poems

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Why wasn’t I born
with a rose in my teeth,
Or a stallion under my bum?

Why don’t sparks fly
when my foot strikes the ground?
Why doesn’t my smile light up the whole room?

Why don’t floods of fear dry up at my touch,
And wars stop to watch when I dance?

Why don’t rainbows break when I’m glad
and a million bright fragments fall?
Why doesn’t my lover fold up
when I’m sad,
And evil just die when I scowl?

Why doesn’t the sky crack
when I cry,
Pouring chaos all over the plains?

And why don’t people drown
in the oceans I sweat
Just keeping this energy down?

Finale of Poemotion, whole company, composed rhythms