Sunday, March 11, 2012

Four Directions Poem

My mother knows how to get under my skin
Like dirt trapped under my nails
Dirt is a pest but family is kin
On exhibit equivalent to a knight
Though manuevered like a pawn
My wrong decision
My wrong Move
Can we gambit out this stalemate and run away into the bliss?

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