Certified purebred by the clothes that she wore
Rebel by the purple mohawk she sported
Everything about her was a contradiction
Still, there was no doubt she was her own person
The proprietary monogram she had as a name was proof of that
“As I give you this certificate of competition, do you have anything to say?”
“What? Are you saying I won?”
“And why would you think that? You’re score placed you dead last”
“Right, but I still get a trophy? You know, for giving it my best shot.”
“Don’t be silly. Trophies are for winners. You get a piece of paper with your name misspelled on it.”
How could you abandon us in our need?
Every day we screamed your name and begged for deliverance.
And yet you did not answer our pleas for help and mercy.
Reality is you were never listening in the first place.
Perhaps the most antiquated name for such a modern device
Here is a pocket supercomputer
Or a way to send text messages around the globe in a blink of an eye
No one thinks its primary function is to hold a voice conversation anymore
Everyone keeps it on silent and never answers anyway
The Art of Prose and Poetry
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Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
Author and poet
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
Story world
SkEtChEs of my everyday life through tiny words, artworks, quotes, clips, and snapshots--- capturing a moment in time.
Never Short On Words 