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Friday, December 9, 2011

The Poetess

By: Shirani Rajapakse

She called herself a
Poetess because she liked
The sound of it. Much
Better than calling herself
A teacher. So plain, so
So like the girl next
Door. But a poetess
Could soar
To places no teacher
Could go. So she
Told all she met she was a
Poetess. A teacher too, but
Now a poetess. It
Was like graduating
From one level to the
Next. The simple folks didn’t
Understand, they thought
She had done something
Great. She walked with a
Spring to her step. Her
Expression serious. They turned
Around as they saw her pass.
She felt such pride.
At last
To be known. Even if to
Just a few. They did
Not know she had
Nothing to show.

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