Timothy Quevedo


Spineless - Poem by Timothy Quevedo

If I broke my spine,
And shattered my own hands,
I will no longer be a boy,
But a bitter man,
If I broke my own legs,
And cracked every bone,
It'll all be worth it,
When I learn to stand alone,
If my tongue spilled out my mouth,
Only bad things will be heard,
But I guess that's the beauty,
Of being born with a curse,
If I cut off my own head,
I'd feed it to the swine,
Because it'd be hard to live,
With shattered bones and a broken spine.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 6, 2014



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