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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

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Random Poem:

how i know
unknown

the thing about my mother, is,
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no words belong to her. there isn't a language
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people speak with their mouths
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that she can think in.
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(sometimes it's hard for me to imagine. i love words, the way they look, the way they sound, the way they feel around my tongue. hard for me to imagine.)
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i remember her telling me
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voice low, strained, dangerous
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that she couldn't speak chinese. she left home
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too early, too soon,
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forgot the language. but i think she forgot language too.
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she said she couldn't remember words,
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remember the way people would say things normally
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normal things
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i didn't believe this until i heard it from my relatives.
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they said she spoke strange. her words confused them.
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i already knew she didn't know english.
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chopped words without meaning,
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i invented meaning for her
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i wrote her letters for her
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letters to lawyers, teachers, employers, STUPID AMERICANS
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with my perfect high IQ score english
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impatient.
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(i am so sorry, i am so sorry, i am so sorry),
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the only words i am hearing in my head
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i must have forgotten language too, those words didn't feel like anything! at all
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didn't feel like how this heart is hurting with sorry
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i can't say, can't say
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but now are you seeing? how it is, between my mother and i
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all i have are words, i can only use these to tell
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(but do you know, i am loving people so much it aches
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because i am unable to use the words i want to,
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everyone is so far away)
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yet with her it is aching because words don't mean things,
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they are only noise
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mouth open and close, only empty inside.
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(even her names,
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yvette something french or black or both
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conroy that american man hahehehAHH AHH
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it always bothered me thinking about how when she dies
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this is what will be written
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meaningless names)
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sometimes i'll do something, anything,
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and then she knows.
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someday i'll figure out what it is i did that told her
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until then i keep hoping i'll do the right thing
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by chance, fate, luck, God's will?
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or hoping she knows regardless of if i tell her
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the right way
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but you know, you know what it is i'm thinking,
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maybe this is why she never says she loves me;
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instead. she tells me with her hands.
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