O’ Our Stars

Not obtuse
Not acute
Not Hell-bent for the stars

I must go
I must be
I must give what is ours

If you look
If you ask
If you promise what’s true

You will find
You will learn
You will become who’s you

Motif

Soft elbows have always been
Part of the body I live in

It means I can’t deflect cruelty
Off any sharp angles on me

For there are none, not one
The effects, I have absorbed them

I am the same as then
The rosette of a girl I’ve always been

My freshly shampooed hair, towel-wrapped
Willingly given to cover a friends’ back

The harsh temps will have not changed me
Soft elbows I will always be

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