i guess i’m a book and i am used to ripping out pages for people to read
this goes out to those who were worth sentences
and those who became phrases
those who were turned into words
or even those who were just reduced to punctuation marks
this goes out to those i’ve given not just a page
but chapters’ worth of paragraphs
put together, you have helped me write anecdotes worth reading
over and over again.





This poem is about: 
My family
My community
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