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poetry by j matthew waters

minority bill of rights


I dreamed in a prior life
we spoke another language
the strangest of worlds
becoming all too familiar

there is this other place
far away from home
where certain spoken words
take on greater meaning

intuitively we are drawn
chasing what is ours
whether intrinsically so
or rightfully speaking




august two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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