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The Problem With the World Today

We ask ourselves,
Who am I to be brilliant?
If I could stand alone,
Strong and free.
I'd rather be
Gorgeous,
Handsome,
Talented.
I'd rather be
A pleasant-smelling flower.
Growing in clusters
Praised,
Handled,
Plucked.
I'd rather be
Watered,
Fed,
Guarded,
Admired.

I'd rather be
Powerful beyond measure.
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Explanation:

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The First Time We Kissed"

Nervously I stood there under the porch light

As you smiled at me and moved in closer.

You took me in your arms, and my heart began to thud so loudly

I was sure you could hear it but were pretending you didn't.

You moistened your lips, looked deeply into my eyes,

And then gently pressed your lips to mine.

A moment's pause, and you touched my lips with yours again,

A whisper of a kiss that promised more to come.

We kissed again, and during that kiss I felt like I had finally come home.

Looking back, I know I was right as we kiss goodnight and I turn out the light.

"After the Sea-Ship" "

The First Time We Kissed" by Kelly Roper

Nervously I stood there under the porch light

As you smiled at me and moved in closer.

You took me in your arms, and my heart began to thud so loudly

I was sure you could hear it but were pretending you didn't.

You moistened your lips, looked deeply into my eyes,

And then gently pressed your lips to mine.

A moment's pause, and you touched my lips with yours again,

A whisper of a kiss that promised more to come.

We kissed again, and during that kiss I felt like I had finally come home.

Looking back, I know I was right as we kiss goodnight and I turn out the light.

"After the Sea-Ship" by Walt Whitman

After the Sea-Ship-after the whistling winds;

After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,

Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,

Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:

Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,

Waves, undulating waves-liquid, uneven, emulous waves,

Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,

Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;

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After the Sea-Ship-after the whistling winds;

After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,

Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,

Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:

Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,

Waves, undulating waves-liquid, uneven, emulous waves,

Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,

Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface;

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