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Xiao - The Sequel

the little child with no name sits on a wooden chair lost and disconnected outside of himself there is no comprehensive conversation a relic difficult sweet treats are given daily discipline mishandled by a granny who always changing faces who sits picking fingers to bleed caught in her own world of woe unfolding dirty doilies reliving her own ugly sins bible pressed against her breast asking God why doing her best there is no rest to sooth spirits devil's tattooed ramshackle thoughts of a beautiful mind sketches of new york city train map done by the little child sitting on the wooden chair with no name © 2009 Lepadah
— Lepadah, Dec 07, 2009

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Country/Region: New York

Favorite Poets: Rumi, Gil Scott Heron, Felipe Luciano, Walt Whitman, Ginsberg, Kerouac, Neruda, Walker, Troupe, James Baldwin etc . . .list endless

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bjp

16 years 6 months ago

Dear Lepadah,

This is a lovely poem. caught in her own world of woe unfolding dirty doilies reliving her own ugly sins Do keep writing this well. Brian
Lepadah

Lepadah

16 years 6 months ago

Re: Comment

Hello Brian, Very happy you enjoyed this poem. Thanks for the comment. Peace & 1 Lydia