Rue Kendra was born to a young mother and was later adopted in her early childhood. She has dealt with many mental illnesses giving her inspiration for the poems that she writes. Many of her poems are lost because of her tendency to burn poems she no longer relates to. Rue currently residing in Bakersfield, CA.
It's passed, gone
What once was, its lost
You can chase, stab at it-
In the end you can beg.
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And I wonder again
Will I lose you if I speak
Your more than a friend
But are we strong? Are we weak?
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The war is in my mind.
The wounds are on my body.
I've always drawn in lines,
Cause you can trust those lines
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Silent.
Grey and pinkish.
I take a deep breath in of half of an unlit cigarette,
Placing the blade to me soft tan skin
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