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The Donkey
KA Kayla August (16/02/91 / Belize)

The Donkey

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born;

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.

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Comments (2)

Your poems are ripped from your heart and true Kayla.
This is so true, and sometimes what people say just seems to hurt and confuse you more. A lot of the time people dont even understand what you're going through. This is great