
who are you?
people like to tell you
who you are;
these people weren’t
born with some knowledge
that you weren’t.
never swallow the rocks
they’ve dished
up for you–
don’t believe them,
don’t believe me,
believe in yourself.
–photo by me

who are you?
people like to tell you
who you are;
these people weren’t
born with some knowledge
that you weren’t.
never swallow the rocks
they’ve dished
up for you–
don’t believe them,
don’t believe me,
believe in yourself.
–photo by me
Wonderful poem. What this dish is?
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Just some stones, I love your writings
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