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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(from a song)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Perhaps I was born kneeling, <br>born coughing on the long winter, <br>born expecting the kiss of mercy, <br>born with a passion for quickness <br>and yet, as things progressed, <br>I learned early about the stockade <br>or taken out, the fume of the enema. <br>By two or three I learned not to kneel, <br>not to expect, to plant my fires underground <br>where none but the dolls, perfect and awful, <br>could be whispered to or laid down to die. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=336475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now that I have written many words, <br>and let out so many loves, for so many, <br>and been altogether what I always was— <br>a woman of excess, of zeal and greed, <br>I find the effort useless. <br>Do I not look in the mirror, <br>these days, <br>and see a drunken rat avert her eyes? <br>Do I not feel the hunger so acutely <br>that I would rather die than look <br>into its face? <br>I kneel once more, <br>in case mercy should come <br>in the nick of time.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anne+Sexton">Anne Sexton</a></strong></div>