Imagine me
having to read
in order to compete.
Yet here I am
Drunk as can be
let's see.
How can I relate?
No Afro for me,
Chariot free,
California driver
Lover of sparking water.
But wait
I love soul food too
and I too am made of water
Butterfly lover, Monarchs for me.
I, a tulip but violet
alone at first
but bound by humanity,
part of a field of dreams.
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G. A. Botero
I have a million bad ideas, until a good one surfaces. Poetry, short stories, essays.
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Part of a field of dreams. Loved that line a lot!