I know the difference between
A persona, and a person.
And I know that even the persona
Of Shania Twain,
Will never be my BFF,
As much as I dreamed about it as a kid
Because she filled me
with confidence and hope
And it has lasted eighteen years,
Through condescension,
and hospitals,
so many hospitals.
When August 28th comes every year,
I celebrate her birthday,
Like I would my momma’s,
And my sisters’
With joy and light.
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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