We recant seeking closure of the relationship with ourselves that was left behind. We become "Mrs." sometimes unknowingly or knowing so with reservation, only to feel a loss of self and the ability to fully spread our Pretty wings.

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A player of chess
so
intrigued by
me
feeling the wind in the hair of
a head so high too
smart, too savvy too
young to properly surrender I
play my game, to...
pick my surprise and I
make my moves to pick
the time and manor of which
given it is
with my hands pulling strings to...
land ten steps ahead for
the spin of a web I tangled
so
I am
left alone to, think of
the strings
of
the game
the surprise to me
left prize-less
to...?

Dedicated to: Bettaman

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Is it just me, or does it seem like the 3 feet rule no longer exists? Why do people get so close? Is the earth that crowded, or have we gotten that friendly? Everywhere I go, it seems like people are either stepping on my heels, breathing down my neck, or looking over my shoulder while I'm entering my pen number on the charge pad at the grocery store! Get off me!

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My single mother died when I was 19. I am the eldest of 3 children. My sister, Tanecia, was 16. My brother, Travis, was 14, and my father was gone. It was the first week of my sophomore year of college; a fact that mother never hesitated to boast about. Though I had nowhere near graduated, the fact that I was there, was reason enough for her admiration. I planned the funeral; with the help of my grandparents, who had flown in from California. The funeral was very sad and the very existence of...
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