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I am the connection through
which I will meet myself.
Introductions have been offered
but seldom received.
I have been looking outside expecting to see in.
Feeling the torturing pains of growth.
Saying, this isn’t me please don’t say it so
Traveling forward into my past
I am meeting myself for the first time.
My head has made a decision, moreover, my mouth.
My heart is conspicuously absent.
Wanting nothing to do with wounding
Jamar |
