Category: Poetry
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When I think of home…
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in PoetryI think of tropical monsoons and coconut trees swaying in the furious wind. I think of guavas and mangoes and spiders as big as a man’s palm. I think of the hot California valley, swimming pools, and strawberry fields as far as I can see. I think of New York city streets, libraries and museums…
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What Am I Worth?
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in Poetry“What is my mouth worth?” I asked. “Your mouth is worth more than all the diamonds in Africa,” you answered. “What is my ass worth?” I asked. “Your ass is worth more than all the pearls in the oceans,” you answered. “What is my cunt worth?” I asked. “Your cunt is worth more than all…