Portrait of A Successful Artist
as a student,
all the efforts in the wrong places
daughter of my family, blindly loved
as a musician,
meddling with feelings and paintings
possibly of middling talent
as a friend, sweet but cold hearted
a hometown play mate
as a lover,
do not keep my gaze fixed for very long
as a “female”
good looking on borrowed time
as sometimes woman
song poem letter drink
occasional semi-divine entity
maybe a crocodile
I may own
little intellect
perhaps what carries me
is all living
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