woman king by editrrix
some people don’t exist.
some people are now different people.
and so we create them with memories and ideas and it’s
a ritual. not a sacrifice.
the truth as it were, through the lens of want or the deluge of hate.
you learn at some point just
exactly
where one ends, and the other trails off..
a trail i will not ever travel.
so, i guess, just know. that
it isn’t about you. just because
it was. doesn’t
mean it is.
In addition to creating a poem for missed connections, a writer must also craft a title, and optionally, provide a name, or moniker. In some cases (like this one), the headline and byline can be just as compelling as the body of the message. This piece was posted on the Brooklyn MC several years go but it still rings true today.
