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My Words

By 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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