Fyedka
is not a creature,
Papa.
Fyedka
is a man.
He is not a fish
and I am not a bird
and we
are in love,
and we
can build a home.
Same lungs
inhale same air,
same lips
sing God's song,
same bodies
create new life.
Fyedka
is a man, Papa
and I
am a woman.
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About Me
- Arielle Marie
- I sing, and write stream of consciousness poetry, and do absolutely anything with theatre. Oh! and I waltz.
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Each of these poems is copyrighted 2008 by the author. No quotations, however brief, may be made without my as the author's prior, express, written consent.
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