To be strange.

To be strange.

A Poem by Patricia Posada
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sadness.

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Typical man.
A stranger cries...
You sympathize.
Your lover cries...
Your attention dies.
A stranger bleeds...
You cover the wound.
Your lover bleeds...
With anger, you are consumed.
The stranger dies...
You mourn the loss.
Your lover dies...
You are the loss.
How she wishes to be strange.

© 2010 Patricia Posada


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An ironic comparison between the treatment of strangers and lovers. It seems the relationship is one-sided. I was married to someone similar. It took me far too long to get rid of the dysfunction and drama. Life shouldn't be wasted on people who don't uplift and empower each other. I learned this the hard way. Now I don't tolerate nor excuse any negativity in my life. I had to distance myself from friends and family that weighed down my soul. As a result I am at peace with myself.
I hope you find your inner peace.

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Patricia Posada
Patricia Posada

Chicago, IL



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I am a 24 year old woman, from a suburb of the great city of Chicago. I write for fun, for expression...I've been doing so since I was a child. My favorite poet is Emily Dickenson more..