Paula Glynn Poems

China and the Chinese love their noodles,
They have spread their vast array of foods,
Clothing, lifestlye, education, among other things,
Across the world, the Chinese are unique,
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She applies her red lipstick and black eyeliner,
The evening not quite yet begun,
For this is her job, her career,
And in her life she must alone steer,
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I can't speak French,
But I love my French Fancy,
He is my sugar fix,
So sweet with his affection,
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I enjoy being this person and just want to be me,
I don't want to hide it or fake it,
And nothing can be stolen from me,
I work hard, maybe harder than the rest.
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I am a ghost on the wind,
Flying with the breeze that ruffles my invisible hair,
And helps me sail above and beyond the air,
But this ghost does not scream,
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Autumn rain falls down upon my head,
I suppose I should be using an umbrella,
But I love the rain in autumn,
That dying season where everything goes underground,
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The world is an open, free, cosmopolitan place,
Many fashions are in fashion,
The vast array of languages is amazing,
As are the variety of looks,
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I have something to say to you,
I just need to make my own choices,
I have to follow my own path,
And make my own mistakes,
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Now I have reached 30 years old,
I know I have to face my responsibilities,
I have to do as I must,
And face any problem head-on,
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I feel the sun burn on my skin,
The African sun that burns skin brown,
And melts my heart from within,
For I have found a place,
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