And you too Ms. WheatleyA Poem by Bramble BlossomSylvia said we’d be ok, right
before she died. Anne choked, from her pen and mouth with a cigarette
inside. Emily never left her room, on notes
upon her pages. Bradstreet asked to own herself, and we’ve
spoke of it for ages. Is it too much to ask for more
than a gasp, it will
never be too soon. There must be more than wife
and w***e for we who've bled with the moon. © 2015 Bramble Blossom |
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Added on August 21, 2015 Last Updated on August 21, 2015 AuthorBramble BlossomSan Francisco , CAAboutHello to everyone. I'm a simple women, trying to capture on a page, what I whisper to myself. Thanks for reading. more..Writing
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