Nov 11
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English Breath

Somehow i've lived english,
Breathed words of love and sorrow.
The narration of my mind is one of a poem,
Comprehending the worlds actions in letters.

In a classroom full of words did she teach me how,
The colorful aroma of poems,
How did she do this?
Turn my mind into a never ending loop of ideas,
A questioning ball of roundabout answers.

Her favorite life is lived through people,
People of stories and how or why. 
Like a piece of vanilla cake,
We wonder where the beans had grown.

She taught me how to wonder
To look deep into the ocean 
To pull out the one blue starfish
And then to let it go.

She's taught me how to know power
True power comes from knowledge within
The omission of my ever growing
Power comes from thinking 
knowing what you don't say aloud

Her english breath seeps from my poem mind
Always creating meaning out of a rock. 

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