Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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I wrote this to reminded someone that I'm not entirely domestic.

I'm a writer, I said.

Please don't make me choose.

Love me.

Love my son.

Love my mind.

As well as my body.

As a friend said, I'm not a rehab project.

Love me for who I am now.

Please don't make me leave by trying to love someone

who you want to see.

Love who you "see".

Love who I become.

Love how I change like the seasons.

Love how I can be fierce.

And gentle too.
Feb-13-09 04:13:10 PST
 
 
 
 
 
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