What's My Line? Poem by Rachel Brewer
What's My Line?
I’m standing here in front of you,
I don’t know what to say.
So I ask the people around me to help,
I’ll ask them ‘what’s my line? ’
They stand there looking at me as if I’m stupid,
As I look desperately for the words.
I ask again and again ‘what’s my line’
And they just stand there and laugh.
What game are they playing?
I just want to talk to you,
But how can I?
If I don’t know my line?
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4/25/2024 10:59:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love how raw the poem is, it's very good