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Scared MAG

August 26, 2010
By owlsane SILVER, Scarsdale, New York
owlsane SILVER, Scarsdale, New York
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Favorite Quote:
And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br /> Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br /> Do not go gentle into that good night.<br /> Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


I was a hummingbird at the stairs.
Climbing with speed that is not my own,
Wings that I do not possess.
Keep my pendant heart on a silver chain
For I have lost my locket.

I was a mockingbird on planes,
air-tight spaces.
Thinking of what music to wear on my wrists
Sentences made by someone else's pen
My pen is made of my own thoughts
I think like that of the blue jay
of what could be mine,
of what could be less.

I turn my nose at the mockingbird.
I pity its sins;
Arms made to be wings, but they keep their fingers.
Beating the cotton air,
beaten.
Then lonely growing up
in a crowd of people too differentto appreciate metal.
The cold in me reflected.

I am sorry for my youth
and my questions.
Nothing is explained until I am older
and lack the question of previous turns.
I know now the answer,
although you have taken my question.


The author's comments:
I was inspired by my trip to China and Tibet and by reading To Kill a Mockingbird for the first time.

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