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ABC Poem

  • lookingforbri
  • Jul 22, 2016
  • 1 min read

I AM NOT ABSOLUTE IN MY ANGER

I AM A BANDAID RIPPED OFF TWO DAYS LATE

I AM A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK THROUGH WHICH FLOWERS GROW

I AM THE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS I AM THE DRAGON I AM THE TOWER ON FIRE

I AM EMOTIONAL BABY BOY EMOTIONAL MAN

I AM FIGHTING AND THAT IS ENOUGH

I AM GOING FOR NOTHING AND STILL MANAGING TO FAIL

I AM NOT AN ACT OF HEARTACHE BUT AN ADVENTURE IN HEALING

I AM INSIDE MYSELF BEFORE I AM WITHIN ANYTHING ELSE

I AM JEALOUS OF THOSE WHO DECIDE TO WAKE UP

I AM KISSING THE WOUNDS OF TOO MANY WARZONES

I AM LOVELY DESPITE MY BEST EFFORTS

I AM MORNING CHILLS AT SUNRISE WHEN PEOPLE ARE STIL ASLEEP

I AM NOTHING THEN I AM EVERYTHING THE TRANSITION DOESN’T MATTER

I AM OVERCOMPENSATION WITH A GOD COMPLEX

I AM PURPLE PROSE PRETENTION WRAPPED IN FRAGMENTS OF WHY

I AM QUESTIONING BEFORE I BECOME QUESTIONABLE

I AM RED LIPSTICK AND BLUE EYESHADOW AND ALL THESE MAKE ME UNTOUCHABLE

I AM SUNKISSED HEARTS AND CHLORINE STOMACHS

I AM TOWERING ABOVE MYSELF WISHING TO SLEEP

I AM AN UNZIPPED JACKET IN THE MIDDLE OF SNOW

I AM VICTORY AGAINST THE FRENCH

I AM WATERLOO AND LEWINSKY AND MONROE AND ALL THE MEN WHO HELD BUCHANAN

I AM CHEMICAL X THE POWERPUFF GIRLS WERE NO ACCIDENT

I AM YIELDING TO NOTHING BUT MY OWN DESIRES

I AM A ZIPLOCK BAG OF THYME

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