When I finally have the chance to breathe 

I can’t stop thinking about 

The way you see me 

Inverting previous admonitions

From condescension to care 

I wonder if I too am inverted 

If the miles between us 

Cloud your words 

Making fickle mist with every breath

Mattie Grace Levy

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.

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2 years 1 month ago

Love your poetry.