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I, the Drought

November 22, 2014
By FrenchBlues BRONZE, Bronx, New York
FrenchBlues BRONZE, Bronx, New York
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Favorite Quote:
“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”


long ago inside of me
you planted your seed.
even though i was dry
and moisture
didn’t grow on me.
my insides were filled
with less days of rain
and plentiful
of droughts
that killed the plants away.
you still sustained your life
your seed
it grew quite strong
and deep inside of me,
the walls,
were broken and
the weeds started to grow.
as the rain began to fall
from my hazel eyes,
i believe in myself now
because you learned
to grow
inside of me.


The author's comments:

It's my poetry. This is what I write. 


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