As I sit in
chair,
my pulse is
racing through
my veins
pushing and pulling on
the shiny and bronze
crest,
as the marching melody
grooves and pledges
through me,
as someone hears my cries,
echoing in the morning.
Shit I've never
thought I was
would want
to be brave,
honored,
or respected.
But
I am,
I AM.
Because I
LOVE ME.
I do this is all for me
me..
me.
I
i
for
you
you, you
we
we, we
are more than
just two
we are now one
combined of two
struggling two be one.
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Author:
Lil Ole Jimmie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I really love this poem. This poem is very special to me because of the fact it came from a special time in my life, that I also hated. But it taught me that I can do everything that I set my mind to it. However, the ending of the story didn't pan out that that way, but this poem still gives me motivation.
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THANKS JIMMIE ~ Great poem ~ great message ! The GOOD BOOK says "It is only when we love and respect ourselves ~ that we can begin to love OTHERS" This is not a paradox it is the TRUTH. Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
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