poetry inspired by fragile ego

egg shell walking ; catch me before I throw a tantrum

by pseudo psychoanalytic

by sophisticated escapist

plea to acknowledge my existence

and help preserve my sense of self

a sufferer of expectations

had a running stomach from being fed blue ticks

bleaching these communist red flag parade white

hands on with the alchemy — transmute these self deprecations to allure

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to;

a food lover

I bet they admire her smile

somethin of divine origins

light up these impoverished souls

opposite of Google’s suggestion of her names’ meaning

a connoisseur, I pray her taste bud pick out the essence of me

___________not the end

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Kipkurgatisaac

Kipkurgatisaac

devoted to seeking the truth about the most pressing questions in my life