100 Poems: Poem #4

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I'm on a roll tonight it seems. The poem for this post is Getting Close by Victoria Redel.

I chose this poem because of my relationship with my mother. I love her and I dread the day she dies. But I also fear turning into her. When I started to grow hair on my neck I was like "Shit I'm turning into my mom." I have absorbed things she's told but I don't realize it until later. I had one of my more religious character say "Keep the faith." I tend to say this myself and it wasn't until she said it to me while I was expressing doubts that I realize that it came from her. For some reason I turn up my nose when people tell me I look like her. I love my mother but I also try to distance myself from her. I'm not exactly sure why but I do.

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100 Poems: Poem #5

I'll add the graphic in a bit. The story behind this is that I was looking for a poem about a brother. I have a weird type of relationship with my brother. Because of the age difference and circumstances where he took the position of father figure our relationship is not exactly equal. I crave my brother's affection but I also resent him

But the poem I'm about to post is about family-dysfunctional family. My family-the immediate one at least is dysfunctional to the max. I didn't realize it until recently. I grew up thinking this was normal. This was my life. I don't know anything else. I write a lot about dysfunctional families because that's what I know. I don't know what a functional family looks like but I hope to have it one day.

My Factless Autobiography by Alli Warren.

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100 Poems: Poem #6

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The poem I would like to share today is Democracy by Dorianne Leaux. I was thrown off at first because of the line length (I tend to respond better to short lines and I write those the most) but I quickly got into it. The poem describes how I feel sometime when I'm on the bus. For some reason the words "bus culture" keeps repeating in my head. I don't know what exactly what it means but I feel like I could picture the people on that bus on my own.

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100 Poems: Poem #7

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The seventh poem I want to share with you is Into My Own by Robert Frost. A little background on my relationship to Frost. Way back in like the early 2000s this girl who bigger than me and stronger than me asked me to write her book report for her. I did and I remember it was on Robert Frost. I don't remember what happened after that. But what I will say is that I didn't really get into Frost then. But yesterday I finally found the poetry section. I know Frost is looked upon highly so I decided to check out a book of his work. I just opened it and I came across this poem. I feel like with the goings on in my life right now with me deciding what road I'll travel that this poem is trying to tell me something. No matter where I go it doesn't mean I'll change. I'll still be the same person.

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