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Poetry

These Tears

Do these tears make you

uncomfortable?

How about

this:

does the rain make you

uncomfortable?

The sky

is not afraid to rain, and I

am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid of what you’ll

think

of me if I cry. Just as I am not

afraid

of what you’ll think of me if

I sneeze.

Or laugh.

Or breathe.

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Twelve Days of Christmas

Human Nature

On the ninth day of Christmas

I felt sadness inside of me

and I cried.

Who am I to keep sadness prisoner

inside these flimsy human walls of mine?

Sadness deserves freedom

just as much as joy does.

On the ninth day of Christmas,

I really was okay.

But even on okay days

sadness sometimes knocks

and asks to be let out.

Who am I to deny it that?

Who am I to resist my human nature?

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