“The caged bird sings.
The caged bird would rather be free.”
Decided to read some poetry because I’m so far behind in this and what difference does it make if I read a few one hundred page books anyways? If you know me well, you’ll know that I am not a poetry person. I used to write shit poems as an adolescent but once I realized they were complete shit and I was better off writing fiction and essays, I stopped completely. I don’t even read poetry that often, though I do cherish my Leonard Cohen and Pablo Neruda. I find a lot of contemporary poetry really irritating and pretentious (Howl, ugh, shoot me in the face), so actually enjoying this book was a pleasant surprise.
My friend had this sitting on her table yesterday when I went to pick her up for a party, and I was intrigued at the title, having no idea who the heck Andrea GIbson was. I borrowed it, and finished it in just over an hour and absolutely devoured it. Shortly afterwards I watched her perform many of these poems on Youtube and I have a new favourite person. If someone, man or woman, ever wrote these words for me, they would have my heart in an instant.
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