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three course chameleon
by Vere Mantratriadand I st st st st stutter-stand
arms flailing from heart
to start of decomposition in my head
the corpses are beginning to stink
piling up the bodies
of the me I was
the me I will be
the forget my age me
that sometimes considers
some walls may be
for protection
instead of just holding me in
but Ill proclaim to you
that I am not my mother
no, I am not her
though we share opinions
and features
and this cry me a river stance
and the need to control
every stolen glance
that took away each chance
so the doctors tell me
that my heart moves my body
so stop trying to convince me
that it should be any other way
and if I st st st st stumble-stand
let it be of my own purpose
because if my purpose
isn't very purposeful
does that make it any less
of a purpose? 05/25/2006 Posted on 05/26/2006
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/26/06 at 04:10 AM empowerment! liberation! freedom! this piece made me want to stand up :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/30/06 at 10:48 AM there is a philosophical edge to this poem that is wonderfully rendered, egging us on to pose and hone our own. |
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