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I

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I
am the middle child in this dysfunctional family of vowels
third amongst a sibling brood of five

There may have been a 

sixth

but I never asked

Y

I can be soft spoken
I can be hard spoken
depends on the situation
the conversation
the location
taught
there is no
I
in team
grammatically true
but no team can be complete
or successfully compete
without the complicent participation or a 
committed collection of
I
but 

kept that thought from my coach

can do all things through Him
who makes the
I
in me strong
mommy always told me about 
the great

am
making Himself known to Moses on the 
fiery mountaintop in the old testament
And like Isaiah
when asked who would go 
I
stepped up to the plate
and volunteered my humble little
I
for whatever journey
I was assigned
I
thought it not robbery to
pen something 
not about you
but the

in me
specifically
dispelling all fiction that
I
is not such a bad thing at all
smack dab in the middle of a dysfunctional family of vowels

do declare
and am quite fully aware of my
I
responsibilities
and you
must look in the mirror
to assess and reflect on your own
I
status
to take your rightful place
in a world full of 
we
and
me
for there is always a place for 
I
and without 
I
there could be no me
or you
or we
or this poem
that 

penned today  
consciously
and so 
unselfishly
with no thought whatsover
of
me

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mlowe5 says:

Profoundly beautiful and full of insightful self-awareness inspiration. Love the vowel, pronoun, and other wordplays, and their flowing rhythmic messaging. I and I am so thankful for the sharing of magnificent poetic canvassing. May the womb of your poetic cistern continue to navel and overflow my cup with such healing poetic bliss. ONE! Peace and Love.
 

love_supreme says:

Very nice

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