Lesson 43
August bent me on her knee,spanked me silly, and made a man
out of a crying child. Still
what God can crawl out the abyss
without a scream? What Angel can
claim heaven without knowing love?
What demon casts their soul aside
if not for knowledge of what pain
is being discarded alongside it?
September continues my march
into manhood. I am no God,
Angel, nor Demon (so I hope).
Simply a man who’s shed sorrow
for contentment in the form of love.
Love made a man of me. And the girl?
Those who know me know her already.
Those who love me love her as well.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-17 at 08:43
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