Sarah Andrews Stark Poems

I must seek out conventions robe
To wrap around my nakedness
For I discern the piercing probe
Of malice, mirth and bitterness
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Why are you settin in that rockin chair
Paintin you nails and combin your hair
A posin and primpin in the lookin glass
Just awaitin for Jesus to cut your grass?
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Who am I, so small betwixt the earth and sky,
To give advice to other men, to answer why,
To smile serenely on my way, to say my way is right?
I am so small compared to all the others in God's sight.
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