Poetry and fiction from inside the mind of a woman struggling to master her own mind. Is she sane? Depraved? Or does she alone see through the imperfection of our plastic populace?
Hey, I
didn't mean nothing
No one
runs up behind me
Boys playing, joggers
little girls,
I always look
sometimes I yell
Hey,
don't run up
behind people like that
I could have hit you.
posted by EvolveWithMe at 8:41 PM
I care. I'm not afraid to admit it. I want to do more to live right, to make an impact in this world, to give back. Join me. Evolve.
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