the real meA Poem by Christel GradyDesperate confusion seeps in
to the place where I hide
behind this facade
hoping and waiting
in doorways, cigarette billowing,
whirling away my memory in whiskey.
Look and see.....truly see
who I cannot be.
My lying smile and knowing eyes
betray the real me.
© 2008 Christel GradyAuthor's Note
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Added on March 13, 2008Last Updated on August 14, 2008 AuthorChristel GradyPortland, ORAbout"I believe there are more instances of the abridgement of the freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachments of those in power than by violent and sudden usurpations." James Madison .. more..Writing
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