MY Poem, which was generated in my Brain, in the early70s. Published in the early 90s. American Poetry Anthology Volume 4 PRIDE Pride, is a fool. Her stubborn nature Stifles good intentions, Blocks ones progress Distorts the truth On the way to attaining ones goal. Sway a little, compromise, Bend with the wind, Walk over to my side, Put away your armour Drop the shield and yield My love is direct. Love is to be respected. Her delicate emotions Weigh in balance Easily tipped. Heart strings pulled That sing her woes. A feeling of exhilaration From her head to her toes. By Priscilla M. Norris.
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