Fortune TellerA Poem by Amber "Victoriomantic" HartA poem about the scepticism that arises within me from newspaper horoscopes.
Take a peek into my life
Go on, it's right there Open the doors, read into my brain Frontal lobes--easy access. Apparently I'll be spending money this week Apparently I'm a miser I need to learn to open up to loved ones I need to do my own thing Mercury is my mentor Mercury is always there With every new week, month, day Mercury arrives as if for the first time I am unique Like everyone else But this does not mean humanity is holistic We are clumped into groups of twelve Creative. Thinker. Sportswoman. I have never seriously done sport in my life, But you could say I'm a dancer. You say I am one And so must be only one But I was placed in the edge of the bracket And so, the other, also applies. Emotional. Sensitive. Sometimes a watery mess. Tell me, fortune tellers Which one of you is correct? I sit here with newspapers strewn everywhere Waiting for the truth I am single, yet married I am black, yet white A mother, and yet a man How many more contradictions can we make? Let us get more ludicrous I am a sister, yet a brother A twin, a triplet, a sextuplet I am an only child Mystic Meg My dead leg Spore from an unknown plant You say one thing, he says another I think I'll choose my own destiny from now on. © 2010 Amber "Victoriomantic" HartAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on February 10, 2010 Last Updated on February 10, 2010 Tags: Horoscopes Fortune Teller Astrol AuthorAmber "Victoriomantic" HartUnited KingdomAboutHi everyone. My name is Amber JS Hart, and I am 20 years old. I live in England, and am studying for a psychology degree at the University of Surrey. I am also a Youth Worker for young people with mi.. more..Writing
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