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as a poet I am venerable,
vulnerable.
I cry.
weep.
stagger.
close my eyes tight.
hope.
dream.
love.
hate.
dance.
I am not weak.
vulnerability is not a weakness nor a reflection of weakness.
I defy any human who fails to see my strength,
with my toothy bared teeth,
my child’s smile,
my care free
turn of daffodils and dandelions.
I do not recite the Lord’s prayer,
I am a poet,
I shall be beatified,
I have my own.
– Hoc Scripsi – a mediation on Saul Williams and his expressions
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as an aside and I hate to put this here:
support your favorite poets…