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Faces of a Coin

Monday, May 1, 2017

The following poem is the third in a three-part series by senior Emily Ross on topics that have impacted her final semester at PBA.

I am choice words

thick voice

nails on a blackboard

don’t mess with me

 

I am keys between knuckles

steel rod posture

flared nostrils

my eyes say 

bitter coffee sharp tongue no fear

don’t

mess

with

me

 

but

 

I am also

cold hands

warm heart

deep breath

my love knows no end

i am soft, peach fuzz

baby

please be careful

 

I am insecure

cower

what do people think

small girl, dumb girl, new girl

trembling hands

unsteady, loose gravel

eyes lower than my self esteem

voice crumbles like ashes

 

dont mess with me

im not worth it