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Eulogy: WorkShop #1

April 26, 2013
By Alias_Grace BRONZE, Grandview, Missouri
Alias_Grace BRONZE, Grandview, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then do not write because our culture has no use for it. " Anias Nin "An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one." Chalres Horton Cooley


I remember how I was:
small and not an ocean.
And I too sweat drops of blood
in the Garden of Gethsemane
because i am not Kayne West.
But those papers call me
so my mother burned them and
my father- he threw out the ashes.
"This is not who you are."
Their words cut deep- a machete
to my heart.
And I cannot walk the boulevard
of steel-strong heart,and
i can't marry strength, i burned my wedding dress.
Those papers were my bones.
Those those papers are lost.
Lost, Lose, Last, Long Gone.
It was the last page to be burned.


The author's comments:
We were in a workshop with a group of poets called the "Symphony" and we were told to write. All of a sudden one them began to say random words and we told to mis them into our poems. And this is what i got.

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