(from a song)
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy,
born with a passion for quickness
and yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockade
or taken out, the fume of the enema.
By two or three I learned not to kneel,
not to expect, to plant my fires underground
where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
could be whispered to or laid down to die.
Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,
and been altogether what I always was—
a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
I find the effort useless.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.
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and, I love the title! It's what drew me to read it! =)
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I get it, and actually, like it, but I just don't understand that the first line in parenthesis says from a song...is this your writing or is it from a song? and if it is yours what does that line mean?
Overall, to me, it is a very good poem. Sad, it took me back to the days of covered wagons and such...good job. -
I didnt get it
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I like it.. it has a sense of desperation and cynicism mingled with hope.. I think it's powerful.
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I personally didn't like it.
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