Personal Letter No. 3

nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.
no more wild geo
graphies of the
flesh. echoes. that
we move in tune
to slower smells.
it is a hard thing
to admit that
sometimes after midnight
i am tired
of it all.

by Sonia Sanchez

Comments (9)

A truly lovely poem that echoes more than we hear or feel.
No tree withers with its peel. Nice letter by Sonia.
Well, I'm young no matter what everyone says. My soul feels young, My heart feels young and I just play for fun. Greetings, Zoila T. Flores
'' sometimes after midnight i am tired of it all. '' '' talvolta, passata mezzanotte, provo stanchezza verso tutto questo.''
a day of Living Poetry for me was the sad day of Maya Angelou's passing. but to see her weeping and sobbing on msnbc was the Living part of it for me. Maya meant something personal and of deep meaning to Sonia, and she wept and sobbed until they went to their fracking commercial. it was very human and beautiful.
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