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these are things that I could not tell you;
things that remind me of you when I want nothing more than to forget;
things that have gone wrong;
things that have gone right;
things that will never happen;
things that are your fault,
my fault,
the faults of no one;
these are things that we did not do and will not let go of

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• 03 Nov

  20:39 pm

  For Two Jameses, Nikki Giovanni

  poetry365:

  (Ballantine and Snow)
  In iron cells

  we all start
  as a speck
  nobody notices us
  but some may hope
  we’re there
  some count days and wait

  we grow
  in a cell that spreads
  like a summer cold
  to other people
  they notice and laugh
  some are happy
  some wish to stop
  our movement

  we kick and move
  are stubborn and demanding
  completely inside
  the system

  they put us in a cell
  to make us behave
  never realizing it’s from cells
  we have escaped
  and we will be born
  from their iron cells
  new people with a new cry

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