A black woman comes up to me at break in the writing
workshop and reads me her poem, but she says she
can't read it out loud because
there's a woman in a car on her way
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s̢͓̜̩͖ͫ͗ͣu̾҉̗̯͕̱̖̞͖̱g͇̻̮͙͉̋̌̀ͅạ̧͇̝̘̘ͨ̈́ͭm̨͇͉͖̣͔̤̹̜͐u̧̼̤̖̲͙͎̱ͬ̀s̩̝̖̖͖ͫ͛ͤ͠ͅ
A thought provoking poem based on social stigmas and complexes nurtured on that account.
A simple story, written in basic text, with bad punctuation to disguise prose from poetry. Where is the magnificent, mellifluous tone, the higher language commanded by the poetic muse.
Prose with a touch of poetry? Could we perhaps call it poetic-prose? In any case, pleasing.
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