Missy Lynn Poems

There is no politics or science
On the field of battle
There is no fight or
Black or white on the front
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Overall my possessiveness is maddening
Seeing you on my eyes
Each time I blink, a wish
Makes thinking more painful
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Hair that bends without breaking
Some discomfort
Better prices on baby food
Holiday savings
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Now this is a little summer ditty
My papa sang to me
One day upon his knee
I remember it so clearly the day that I turned three
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Coarse blood surges through the veins
Like sandpaper
Fuming fists of rage clenched
Enough to kill a man
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I still feel like
I never want to like again.
I have not closed my mind
To all men,
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Was on the offensive today
They introduced me to
Clinton,
In nasty street dusters
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I saw you today
It helped to ease the
Pain I feel inside
Maybe like a
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Council rolled over the agenda
Of the inspector
Whose strange building deliveries
Were in question
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A show of mind starts
Dancing beings not of
Themselves
But of me
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