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Writing a bio for me is hard because I am myself and I could go on and on about how I think of me but would that be correct in others eyes? So I guess the only word I can really use to describe me is Bree and let my writing do the rest.

Message from Writer

Always, always always remember to see both sides of the story and you might just fill another book.


April 4, 2019

Why don't people
Write more about the day?
Why is that people forget the sunshine-
The bright rays of wrath and wonder that flow down, transcending space and time?
Where at least everything is open, in all it's grime?

Why don't people write more about the flowers?
The meadows and fields of nature
When everything is so guarded and vague in the earthly world
Why not think about the flowers?
Those little bursts of color?
The spots on your arm tell a story.
Like the soil in the ground was sprinkled along your skin
Yet it only landed in particular places.
A constellation of skin tone and brilliance
All put into the spots on your arm.

Your hair weaves a song
It swings out behind you like a bullhorn on Black Friday-
This is me, it screams as the tendrils, the wisps, the brushes of colored locks fly out
Like flames on a fire tossed by air and spray, or bristles combed through
All in the hair that weaves a song.

The length of your arms draws a picture
Were they long enough to reach the monkey bars and hold you up there
Or with enough muscle to not flinch when the volleyball hits them?
They draw a picture, they paint on the mind's easel
The length of your own, perfect arms.

The sores on your skin recipe a brew
A long well-done life that shows it's scars and marks
Pockmarked like the pages of an old book
Yet something that you look at with pride sometimes, devouring the satisfying taste of comfortability
From those sores on your skin.



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