Sunday, August 16, 2015

Slam

A little sample of my slam poetry from this morning (with appropriate credit to Rudy Francisco):
I was born with jaundice.
I hear that makes me yellow
but I have no idea if I've stayed that way.

I'm still learning to age gracefully.
I'm often going in places where I should be stopped.
I'm often stopped in places where I should be going.
I was born with bird legs
and I've been trying to fly ever since.

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