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still, i am her (Free verse) by daniella I never thought to chance this wage.
Birth outright never made me mother.
The tending to of woolen threads,
the stirring of the stew,
the mending of the torn,
did not ever prove it through.
The 9 men naked in black robes,
craning down from wooden planks,
they'll make me hark and press my point,
and prying a mother's heart...
will force a thorough thickened tear,
to wrench away all doubt.
Never did I profess to say
I could do it on my own.
But I am here, and here remain,
for a mother is but one.
Up the ladder:
Frail Monsters/Wounded Souls
Down the ladder:
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Posted: October 14, 2002 9:54 PM PDT; Last modified: October 26, 2002 10:23 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.2241178 Overall Rank: 4257 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.117.82
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26-Oct-02/1:14 PM
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whatever you do never let em see you sweat. the satanists..that is. homewreckers.
I don't know exactly what your talking about, but I know I like the way you say it. ' A mother is but one' that was the vision I had when I found out I was to be one. Difficult to write about. 'Did not ever prove it through" only works because I know what you're trying to say, but there has to be a better way to say it. The nine men are obscure enought o make me ignore them and move to the next idea. Planks? Suddenly I'm onboard and lost. Try again please. I want this clearer, if you can.
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