Excerpt from “Personal Prologue” | An original poem by Briana Augustus
Thoughts in my head, layin’ in my bed
Can’t help but dread always climbin’ in this bed.
Wearin’ out my shoe tread on un-treaded pathways
Not meant to have been tread, or led on
But I’ve already begun this trek head on,
And I’ve gone too far to now start droppin’ my bread
On this full-fledged treaded-on bed of downers.
But Gretel’s still got a hold on her head,
though already run out of breath.
Feds stole the flowers so she’s vengin’ back for bread……
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