When I was a child
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.
I played by myself in a
corner of the schoolyard
all alone.
I hated dolls and I
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.
hated games, animals were
not friendly and birds
flew away.
If anyone was looking
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out “I am
an orphan.”
for me I hid behind a
tree and cried out “I am
an orphan.”
And here I am, the
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!
center of all beauty!
writing these poems!
Imagine!
I'm memorizing this poem, "Autobiographia Literaria,"
by Frank O'Hara for A Cup of Jo's Fall Challenge #2.
Photo: The Sartorialist
by Frank O'Hara for A Cup of Jo's Fall Challenge #2.
Photo: The Sartorialist
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