I Admit

I Admit

A Poem by DonielleMikel
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Yes, that's me with my panties around my ankles.

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I admit….

I have hidden in my fair share of bathroom stalls

Yes, that’s me, sitting with my panties around my ankles,

Sharpie in hand,

Writing verses of my favorite poems on the walls.

Words that have meaning to me,

But are swallowed by the curses and phone numbers that litter my canvas,

I admit, I’ve written a few curses there too

I admit, I pretend to like Breaking Bad to seem cool,

And embarrassingly enough, I admit that I planned my life out on a piece of ripped notebook paper,

I admit, I don’t know how to cry pretty

These eyes only know tears as heavy as tropical storm raindrops,

The kind that feel like baptism.

I admit, this is baptism.


© 2016 DonielleMikel


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Added on July 14, 2016
Last Updated on July 15, 2016
Tags: truth, fiction, confessions

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DonielleMikel
DonielleMikel

los angeles, CA



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21 years old, writing to find an answer. more..

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