My Words by Ann Christine Tabaka; poem unrhymed

May 23, 2022

	My Words
	Ann Christine Tabaka


	My Words I may not be learned in my words, nor eloquent in my style. I am raw and crude at the core, and frayed at my ends. But do not dispatch me with your hand, nor disprove of my candor. I am authentic as I am brash. I have earned my right to be me. Article © Ann Christine Tabaka. All rights reserved. Published on 2019-08-26 Image(s) are public domain.

4 Reader Comments
Mario William Vitale 08/26/2019 04:03:24 PM	Every now & then.. You come across a piece that breaths; We then learn to take a part of the drive.., As if a wishbone sequence to light the way ahead, Love your poetics thank you for sharing.
Grant-Grey Guda 08/26/2019 06:40:11 PM	Well done. Well expressed. I was moved. Hope you continue to write for forever.
Jill Sharon Kimmelman 09/03/2019 04:01:51 PM	The reader�s glimpse into the narrator�s mind/thoughts is beautifully expressed with remarkably candid, almost harshly insistent honesty. The story is successfully accomplished in just two verses I love this poem!!!!
Kathy Bussells 09/04/2019 07:36:23 AM	Jill's comment is perfect! I agree wholeheartedly! A new favorite of yours for me!

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