A blank page.
Bursting with potential and
so much hope
that what you say will mean something
and not just rhyme
the same
old words
the same old line
love dove above shove
me out a window please
or let me slide between the cracks
of your mental floorboards
so I can seep into your basement
and lend love to the Good Fight
down there.
This is no blushing virgin poet
shivering on cold white sheets
This is a goddess with a bow,
an arrow leveled at your heart
This is my part.
This is the start.
~Lali
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