The story was already written
words running out of my mouth
paralyzing punctuating pleasing
painless pain penetrates the mind
scattering from good cheer my dear
to choking back a bellow unexpected
don't touch me anywhere...back up man
you understand I'm a child...a girl child
requiring a special kind of love that will
author the rest of this story...glory...hallelujah!
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
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