I am just a girl on Earth 
Who writes her heart and brain.
The world makes me a Poet; 
the world Gives me a name.

When I die, they’ll take my life,
Transform it in a snap,
Sensation wild and circus, 
As if I were a quack—
They’ll edit out my purest lines—
Commas enter then. 

For clarity, is what they’ll say. 
I do not write for them. 
I write for me and you and God 
In case He puts an ear 
Up to my heart and listens 
For stranger kinds of prayer.

~And We Stay by: Jenny Hubbard


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