MooreCharlotte : Writing

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A Poem by MooreCharlotte


Im feeling confined bylines leniently lighting the way.The breasts I bareconstitutethe clothes I wearSo the curve in my line carries cat calls all day..
What if maps were lies?

What if maps were lies?

A Poem by MooreCharlotte


What if maps were liesAnd truth would hide until you close your eyesSo as you dream you find your meanto make a difference.What if mothers didn't matt..
lingering lines

lingering lines

A Poem by MooreCharlotte


All the fellas sitting in lineAt the Barber Shop.All the fellas sitting in linefor their line-upbuzz cutprenupfor the ladies standing in lineat that w..
i am no poet.

i am no poet.

A Poem by MooreCharlotte


i am no poet. i am no writer.I am an aspiring intellectualBut not in the "educational" sense.I just want to find a way toExpress these thoughts thatSl..
The condition of voice

The condition of voice

A Poem by MooreCharlotte


I cannot express myselfNot the way letters have soundsAnd the way words have meansBecause means have ends.I cannot find a way to define my experienceB..