Poem and drawing by Jo‐Anne Carlson
To be thee, he said
Perhaps you need
To be with she
But I am with ye, I said
Ye, my love and life
Yes, he said, but with she
You would be free
Free to be thee,
Thee as in me,
A she
Shock to me, I felt
Strange the thought
But truth I dealt
To my conscious
And found the strength to be
With he and she
Thee as in me,
A she
Jo-Anne has been writing poems and songs from an early age. She lives in Atlanta, GA and finds inspiration from the world around her.
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