whisper

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whisper

And I tell myself these things:

Slow down - not everyone moves at your pace
Breathe. Don't forget to breathe.
Smile. You never know whos watching you.
Don't trust them. Boys lie.
You are the secret keeper.
Learn. Everyday.
Strong.
Remember. It's the memories that anchor you.
And if they see you in the right light
you might just be beautiful.

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charles52 commented on whisper

01-17-2010

beeisforbumble: I really like this poem. wonderful flow and choice of words. You do a good job of pointing out we need to listen to ourselves. Charles

redbloodink commented on whisper

01-17-2010

wow...... such powerful words... great reminder for every-one.... red

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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