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A Part of Me MAG
There is a part of me
that stands in space.
One foot on a twinkling piece of pixie dust.
The other stretched out behind me.
There is a part of me that flies
above the circus tents and the houses
of my childhood friends.
On my back, floating with the clouds
in the gray sky.
There is a part of me
that lives in a moss-carpeted forest
with diamond-studded trees and flowers
under my feet.
With Baba Yega's house half a mile away.
There is a part of me that sings
constantly.
The hopes of the world clinging onto the wings of my voice.
There is a part of me that is so lucky.
And has gotten more than a fair share.
I know how to take for granted
better than anything else.
There is a part of me in Russia.
Laughing with my mother's classmates,
whom I feel like I know.
In that Russia, I find myself.
My angry head cooling to the sound of
guitar and birds.
There is a part of me that is so angry.
It is in my clenched teeth, snapping eyes,
and in my blood.
There is a part of me that suffers
more than a child should.
Because the world's pain weighs me down
and slows my step.
It chokes me.
I wish I could vomit the pain out.
There is a part of me
that loves life so much
that I feel like the Red Sea has split
before me when I wake up
and see the miracle.
My heart beats with the rhythm of the
setting sun.
I am so alive.
I just can't see it.
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“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”<br /> ― Kurt Vonnegut