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by Myunique C. Green

First, a rejection
An itch
There was joy behind the pitch:
“It’s lucky!” said she
When it was thrown to me.

Breaking Tradition by Ngoc Vu

How worn, dull and greying!
Yet, a beauty that rests
Not upon the exterior, but within
The heart.

How cheap, weak, and failing!
Yet, what the eyes behold
The mind is blind to see
Such an invaluable expression
Of love.

It now sinks deeper
Deeper still
Like a heated rod
Pressed against uneasy
Flesh, until its brand is permanent.

However, not upon finger
Nor skin
Has it done the most carving
But o’er the muscle that beats
For her love.