| I'm not one to write poetry; it doesn't suit me. But every once in a while I'll write a poem or two. One day in my Women in Literature class, we had a project to create a visual representation of our sexuality. A lot of people presented them in class, and there were some really sad stories about rape and abuse. After class, I was inspired to write this poem. The latin means "now I know what love is." I think I put that in because we just did it in class that day, but I don't think it fits now. It seems showy. |
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