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- Poem #5
- By Peggy A. Rowe-Miller
- ŠApril 17, 1994
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- The flower is root bound,
- and it is almost dead...
- it needs a bigger pot,
- so air and water can get in...
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- I feel like I've sold my
- soul...
- sold it outright to the one who
- bid the most.
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- When will you learn that everyone is
- precious,
- that every single person...
- serves a purpose.
- That we learn life's lessons
- only through one another.
- what kind of person did I see in the
- other.
- Sweetness, warmth... and someone safe,
- full of fun!
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- Thing is that everyone forgot...
- to ask... or listen to me.
- Listen quietly while I tell
- you now, yet again...
- That I can't be smothered,
- I can't be caged in.
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- Safety's an issue you know
- is important to me...
- But I've got to learn on my own...
- I've got to be free..
- and like it or not..
- he felt really safe to me.
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- When did wife mean
- that I gave it
- all to you...
- when did it mean
- that I gave it all
- up to keep you?
- When did it say
- you could take
- my rights away?
- to be human...
- and to sway.
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- You are not my daddy...
- least that is what you said.
- But, you do what he did...
- you cost me a friendship..
- without giving me the chance
- to take it and win.
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- If you trusted my instinct...
- and remembered... my honor...
- you'd saw nothing was really the matter...
- but, now, I've been squashed all I can take...
- I'll get a job, and work the nights.
- Won't be long till this bird flies...
- and when I do.. I'll soar very high...
- I'll take my bumps and bruises..
- all the scraped up knees..
- I'll let my heart be broken...
- And know... that I'm me.
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