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Kiesha fields


What Is Written In Red


I am written in red,
I am sliding across the page of life.
I am racing across the lines of language.
I am red.
I write words,
I create lines and sentences,
I am kept in solitude
I am red.
I create paragraphs.
I create signatures.
I know what you're thinking before you speak,
I am red.
I cannot breath because I am enclosed in a capsule.
A capsule that covers the knowledge inside.
All I do is stare at pages,
All I know is pages,
I become apart of the pages,
And the pages become apart of me.
I become apart of english,
I become apart of words,
I am RED.


BY: Takisha Fields

Submitted: Wednesday, September 17, 2008

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  • Mimi Mata (9/17/2008 1:24:00 PM)

    Kiesha,
    Admirably written...Words that humbly and profoundly pursue all aspects of human emotion...I love it.


    Nice Work,
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