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nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.
no more wild geo
graphies of the
flesh. echoes. that
we move in tune
to slower smells.
it is a hard thing
to admit that
sometimes after midnight
i am tired
of it all.
Sonia Sanchez
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Read poems about / on: women, sometimes, woman
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Comments about this poem (Personal Letter No. 3
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Karen Touzalin (11/8/2009 12:35:00 PM)
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Sonia Sanchez writes like no other poet, and so it should be. Each poet draws from personal experience to write and emote their feelings. I am always inspired to think after reading her poetry about how these words relate to something I am feeling or have felt before.
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Ahmad Shiddiqi (9/17/2009 6:00:00 AM)
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gorgeously written. keep writing! ! !
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palas kumar ray (10/15/2008 1:35:00 PM)
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So real, so true, but we always fail to know.
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john tiong chunghoo (9/23/2006 8:50:00 AM)
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yes very true. especially day after day, so unpoetry.
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