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01-24-2014, 03:52 AM | #31 |
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La Pregunta
Someone once asked me,
" What do you want to be when you grow up?" One meaningless occupation after another floated just to the surface of my lips The question itself pointing fingers and ridiculing my life thus far I felt trapped My heartbeat was off like a rocket to the base of my throat and plunging back down and up and down I'm stuttering. . Trying all the attractive and "right" answers on They feel tight, as if I am being fitted for a suit that is just one size too small I shift without sound open my notebook and peer into the well of words that let this boy breathe To the asker I shrug.. Relying on dimples and charm to satisfy the query I close my eyes and step up to the Mic, inhale freedom and say...... Me
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