1-4-3

1-4-3

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé
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how do i say it?

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Burning, turning, leaping, tumbling forwards backwards sideways

Angling right towards the cardiac ticker

Bouncing and bursting, exploding then lurking

Waiting for acknowledgement

Waiting for its birth

Pursed in between lips

Squeezed so tight to hold out the pain and contain the debris

So as not to be rejected

Rejected energies having no where to turn, burn or leap

So they surface

And I lose

And win

And run

To your arms…

 

© 2008 Tinasha LaRayé


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Added on April 24, 2008

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Tinasha LaRayé
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I am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..

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