If you were offered the job of U.S. president would you take the job?
Yes/No, I can barely bare the weight of my mother dreams, much less a whole country. But I'd give both my best efforts. I think more poets should be presidents.
5'10 Mirror. brown puddles for eyes that are a garner of my mother's dreams and my grandmother's reality stained smile, my father's reflection is just a bit off. I was a corner kept secret in love with tongue tips and paper weight hands, she was too heavy for my skin. I'm looking for that good book, on that one day when reading is an option. I aspire for peace in arthritis whithered hands from writing just enough to live but not enough to kill me. Enjoy my paper thin heart and wayward concepts. {PEACEandLove} Me.
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