A slew of thoughts.

Just a collection of my poetry. I'll be updating it along the way.


1. A Spanish girl.



Today, I saw a dark haired Spanish girl.


She made me speak words unknown,


Foreign tongues in a foreign tone,


She made me what I am.


To her I was the clay at her bench,


Freely given to be bestowed a set shape.


To her, I was just another possible piece


Given standards to reach that


Would set me in a higher place.


That dark haired


Spanish girl, miracle maker, and a timeless space.


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