#or some other such accodale or pretentious shit of equal regard
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#funny. i was thinking earlier about my goal as a writer#my dream scenario. if you will#that best possible outcome type thing#when i was younger i wanted to be published but the concept was loose#as i developed and honed my skill talent whathaveyou#i realised i had no desire to be some times best seller#or be featured on oprah Winfreys book club#or some other such accodale or pretentious shit of equal regard#nope#i am not ashamed to say that the absolute highest honour i could be given#would be for my poetry/writing to be studied in schools#i LOVED English lit lessons#i loved finding the deeper meaning#and. despite the fact that i fell out of love with consuming poetry#i love the ebbs and flows. the freedom. the way the penship guides you to read as the writer spoke#the flowing of prose. the patter of limericks. the depths of all that lines beneath and between the lines#so yeah. to me anyway. nothing ciuld be greater#than some indifferent kid finding themselves wrapped up in the flows i weave and delving deep#as they plunder into the possibility of what i meant. and frame it alongside what it means to them#or a teacher. enthusiastically engaging their students overflowing with the genuine enjoyment of my own voice#yes yes#nothing could be richer#maybe maybe one day if im lucky#and if not. then my children (if im blessed) can discover their mother in a whole other way#writing#poetry#dreams and whatnot#mine
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