I am of no school.
\nI discovered myself,
\nlonely, in high branches.
\nWho told me I could grab flight
\nfrom the air?
\nNo one.
\nI simply flew with no wings
\nand never fell.
\nThere was no bottom to fall to.
\nNot in the heart where I lived.<\/p>\n
So, World,
\ntell me about yourself.
\nDon\u2019t be shy,
\nhiding behind your doors.
\nPlay Oz with me.
\nInfinite life combined with infinite hell.
\nOh, World,
\nyou need kisses.
\nI do.
\nThe only kiss I have are poems.
\nPeople do not care about my face,
\nmy eyes,
\nmy common look.<\/p>\n
I can only lie in words I know.
\nAn old shoe of a soul.
\nThough I saw immensity,
\nand cried with God,
\nand forgot my lines in a play.
\nSo meant to be.
\nThe school I went to failed me,
\nor perhaps
\nI gave up for not being tall,
\nand willing to stand aside in line.
\nLast of the least,
\ntelling anyone who listened,
\nI want to be loved,
\nbut no one showed me how.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am of no school. I discovered myself, lonely, in high branches. Who told me I could grab flight from the air? No one. I…<\/p>\n