Sunday, April 3, 2011

Scarification as a rite of passage; poetry

tiny lines,
passage time.
mama say
I'll be fine.

and

half hour scar
I belong.
and look cool
to the West.


I don't really like the second part anymore, it has no rhythm (or rhyme).

1 comment:

  1. if i had to care about this blog, I'd say that i like these particular poems

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