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[aid] => Mick
[title] => I Am Never Ending Me
[time] => 2003-09-09 01:05:00
[hometext] => The 2nd stanza's better than the 1st.....just keep reading. I really feel that this poem conveys me very well.
[bodytext] => I am from St. Landry Street And the blue and white flowered comforter That kept me warm I am from the Raggedy-Ann years And dressing up in Maw Maw’s jewelry Then parading down the hall I am from our old, Glastron boat And finding animals in the clouds The clouds that angels lived in I am from chewy chocolate chip cookies at Leah’s house And not knowing how to say “spaghetti” It always came out “sketti” I am from the oh-so-flattering nickname “Buga” And leaving handprints on my little brother It made sitting in the corner a habitual thing I am from fighting, screaming, and yelling From not being able to get my voice heard And bottling up inside I am from talking to strangers But not talking at all And listening to the voices inside my head I am from insides aching And too many faces Telling me to control myself I am from heaven and I am from hell From asking questions But never understanding I am from words forming stanzas From eyes with tears And unspoken, broken dreams I am from sharing my heart with the world. I am from experience. I am from strength to carry on. I am never ending me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 21 [informant] => hoping_to_be_me [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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