You have not grown enough; you self
Thou art not matured seedling
still amateur
Amazing, and amazing you do
My amateur brain thinking matured thoughts
My amateur waist throwing javelins like warlords
My amateur hands writing greatness as never sought
See my amateur legs never accept zones in her comfort
Oh my amateur self
You annoy when irritated
You erect when interrupted
You lust when uninvited
My amateur self
You never grow
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: self is very young, she never grows and still amateur. Her behaviour is never predictable despite her many years of experience
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Comments1
'self' is an evolving concept
from minute to minute
some progress, quick
then stagnate
other's, take their time
but never fail to grow
inch by inch, scar by scar
slowly n surely
they curate, that self
true to who, they be...
stay strong for the journey is long
thanks for sharing
thanks for the comment
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