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Just putting it all together past with present for April, 2025 poetry month. |
The easiest think in the world between 21 and 26 Adrenaline spent Basketballs flung From all the negativity That could be shoveled on my feet Gave me strength and desire to leap. I really don’t know what else to say I had my hey day Vented, grew taller From the closet in my room In the middle of June Idolized a muscled green scientist Who has a reason to rage When I found a talent releasing me from cage. All penned me in before I hooped, Regrouped Words still moot. I played with all the love I had One by one given reasons to be mad Lifted my self up, rather than mad I learned to trust the legs that I had. No trophies, no images or film, A highlight reel Showing kids in the gym Inspired a few, made myself prouder Rather than be the meeker failing to yell louder Why am I ashamed For a gift that gave You say in my 20s my ignorance behaved. If you, prick, I bleed You did not need to act as foe With a ball, always ready, I’d go. Lifted myself in ways no one can. I gave my best Now I rest Done lifting my tongue What good has it done Grounded by peers, apathy, growing fears As it’s nearing late And I have to be home in an hour. 4.3.25 Not editing, or nothing. 10 minutes of me flatulating. "Freya Ridings - Blackout" ![]() |