My Resolve

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Even when the ink runs

down the side of my head

and the boy with my ink

in his red palm imprints

"give up" with his fist,

I think of the little prince

and my promise to remind him

that everyone's special.

Even when the bill falls

through the fat gaps between my fingers

and the lady with my number

in her "too broke to date" list drives

a nail into my dreams,

I think of the lovers

and my duty to write them

happily forever after.

Even when the street snores

over the sound of my voice

and the others with my name

in their jabs and jokes write

"won't be remembered" on my tombstone,

I think of the one

and my dream to weave them

into reality.

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