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Random poem from an all_unwritten prompt- these are my people
Schizophrenic mothers
and girls with small toes
who dance through Summer
and break all their bones.
These are my people, my kind.
Writin' with both hands, speakin' in all tongues,
Livin' in confused minds.
Stompin' out circus beats
With too-small feet
And a butter-tone cry.
These are my people, my kind.
Who jump from tall trees hopin' to fly.
Aka, all the different things I write poetry and original fiction about in one poem.
Schizophrenic mothers
and girls with small toes
who dance through Summer
and break all their bones.
These are my people, my kind.
Writin' with both hands, speakin' in all tongues,
Livin' in confused minds.
Stompin' out circus beats
With too-small feet
And a butter-tone cry.
These are my people, my kind.
Who jump from tall trees hopin' to fly.
Aka, all the different things I write poetry and original fiction about in one poem.