{"id":79497,"date":"2020-07-27T01:08:29","date_gmt":"2020-07-27T05:08:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=79497"},"modified":"2020-07-27T01:08:29","modified_gmt":"2020-07-27T05:08:29","slug":"prompt-4-narrative","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/07\/prompt-4-narrative\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 4: narrative"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The Sweetest Thing<\/span><\/p>\n

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The sweetest thing that ever lived<\/span><\/p>\n

Was high yellow girl,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0born on August 23, 1979<\/span><\/p>\n

With light brown eyes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And a beautiful smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her smile lit up the sky and<\/span><\/p>\n

every room she entered\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0Too tomboyish for the girls\u2019 world at large<\/span><\/p>\n

And too strong for the boys to wrath upon<\/span><\/p>\n

To arrogant to be part of the crowd<\/span><\/p>\n

Her shoulders strong as boulders\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Pressed high among the clouds<\/span><\/p>\n

Her long legs run wild with the wind<\/span><\/p>\n

Breathe with long of jet black hair<\/span><\/p>\n

The sweetest thing that ever lived<\/span><\/p>\n

Was high yellow girl,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Born on August 23, 1979<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0Amongst the stars she shines<\/span><\/p>\n

and like butterflies she camouflages<\/span><\/p>\n

in her own skin.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Day dreaming about tomorrow<\/span><\/p>\n

And in the wind she soars<\/span><\/p>\n

Never afraid, fearless<\/span><\/p>\n

She was the sweetest thing I ever known.<\/span><\/p>\n

In fact the sweetest thing that ever lived.<\/span><\/p>\n

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