This Is Not Art

Poetry to Split the Social Order

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Sorry

O my Dear Family
We have all been weeping inside all these months
Dear Father please forgive me
I am not the prince you thought you had
When you held me, all wet and full of stars
you imagined me a success
But
I have grown to disappoint
to mire your eyes in the dirt
But I am something
One day you will see that I am something

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