This is me.

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This is me.

This is me. This is my every move. My every thought.
These are my dreams, my beliefs. My very very hopes.

This is me.

This is me speaking, screaming, and I say 'no more'
This is my declaration, freedom, peace. This is my awakening.

This is me.

This is everything I've longed for. Everything I've dreaded.
This is light and this is darkness.
This is me breaking away.
This is desolation and reconstruction.
This is life.
This is forever and never.
This is nowhere and this is here.
This is beautiful and this is painful.

This is me.

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

Bettybelle’s Poems (11)

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All of these.... 0
Peace to you. 0
This is me. 0
Strange that you would smile 0
Mountains Tremble 0
The Memory of You.... 0
His hair rustles like autumn leaves. 0
Silently cries 0
Sands of time 0
In your quiet place... 1
I burn from hunger... 0