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What's up everyone?

I am yume34285. I'm straight, a volunteer at my local library, and (obviously) a poet.
I write mainly sonnets, triolets, haikus, and roundeaux. Usually stick to rhyme.

My favorite poems are "The Insult" by C.K. Williams, "And Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou, and "Thanatopsis" by William Cullen Bryant. I also enjoy George Gordon, Lord Byron; Mary Oliver; Richard Wright; Elizabeth Barret Browning and Basho.

I play soprano clarinet, bass clarinet, alto saxophone, baritone saxophone, and piano. Was a music major for a year and a half or so.

I'm multiracial- Caucasian, African-American, and Choctaw. Don't hate.

I'm looking for AP family. Don't be shy!

AP Band:
AP keyboardist~ Roy Flynn
AP cellist~ x0charile-redhead0x

AP Family:
AP Little Sis~ sheliasbabygal4life
AP Little Sis~ Hearts.That.Bleed
AP Big Bro~ Bruce
AP Aunt~ Pisces rainbow

A poem for dedication:

my name is sarah I am but three,
My eyes are swollen I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
one whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse,
My name he calls

I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy Murdered me.

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