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Poem derived from my first completed journal, Black and Blue (2018-2019). Written December 10th 2017.

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Lefty feels the scars

that others can't see.

Lefty's body is exhausted,

the imprisonment

keeping her soul from being free.

She washes her skin free from sin,

but Lefty knows that only God

can pardon her from a bad deed.

She goes with the motions,

the pen glides smoothly on

her paper as her mind flows.

Lefty is the tool to her only

form of escape.

Lefty knows that this therapy

keeps her sane from the paradox of insanity that is routine.

She gets a thrill of not knowing

what word, phrase,

sentence comes next,

She just allows her spirit to

spit fire or water,

sometimes air when she's stuck...

But what's beautiful about Lefty

is her inability

to cease. She keeps going, letting

the pain bleed out in

black

and red, but mostly

blue...

Lefty says all the emotions

I can't put into words.

She speaks raw truth sometimes

defined by intricate word play

and equivocally subtle lines,

not knowing what power her writing holds,

but she hold the hopes together of I,

who prays that one day

Lefty will set me free.