Poems from WordSmith_15

Look at me and tell me I didn’t fight for my rights. Because twenty-four hours seems more like twelve rounds And some days the bell doesn’...
I'm doing better She says she hears it In the sound of my voice And I wonder if she hears You in there too   The worst thing you can say...
Love to your body Love to your psyche Strip your insecurities Reveal your humanity While getting between your physical Let me slip through...
 Somewhere around July 13, 2013 . . .   I love the smell of you I love the smell of you and me Sweating, in an oven-baked heat It’s an...
See, Confidence has been sitting in the backseat with too little legroom And he's running out of beef jerky for the journey Humble's been...

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