The Incredible Night I Spent
I thought I was dreaming.
You were there when things began to change.
The air was filled with creative opinionated glee,
Then suddenly...
My name was popping up from out of nowhere.
I couldn't believe what was attributed to me.
The incredible night I spent defending my honor.
I felt every blemish and flaw exposed,
Needed special protection.
As if I was a 'mother hen'...
Battling the winds to comfort my cheeks.
Baby chicks and chin.
I had to throw that in.
Whether conscious or not,
I remain a poet.
And under 'normal' circumstances,
I wouldn't care about this.
But I knew I was being violated and I didn't like it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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