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why do you do what you do?
(for myself) I like to do what I do that's for who... I'm worth it. (and then some... my parents paid for me like I was the king's ransom. In having me, they lost themselves-- I wasn't about to do the same I didn't choose to be born into the world-- I just came. Maybe no one was quite ready for me nor ready to be available? So I had to be available to myself be the game that was playable. That is what all children of little children do.... they create their own inner world of wealth. Writing and creating and being who I am are my riches enough to form a life aroundm be my best self. If you refuse to see I abound and am boundless and have value because I dwell within my own skin and not be one of those whose poundless..well, life can often be uncomfortable here-- and its not helpful if you down me because of who and where I've been. Don't do it, nor do me, and I won't "do" you like you were some sin. There's a boundary here though it seems pretended or invisible. a line where I begin to my whole, I'm indivisible. Its a doorway where I let you knock then come through.... you can stay as long as you understand I may seem to come without directions don't rule me and I won't rule you. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 11:00AM PST SEPTEMBER 22, 2020 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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