Poetry and Self-Hate
Before I began
to write this poem I knew
that I would hate it
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Words look beautiful
but flow disappointingly
in tight-knit typed rows
My Laptop
Clicking keys replace
delicate angles of the wrist
with cluttered keyboards
Calligraphy
Are the words still mine
when they are no longer in
my own handwriting
mckenzie malanaphy 
Do tell.