To Be Honest
I’m a liar
and a thief,
I’m older now
so I don’t care,
I suffered
too much.
I’ve stolen time,
taken words
not mine
and created
something new,
moving letters,
owning it,
making it rhyme,
making it mine.
Sometimes
I steal things,
a pack of gum,
sunglasses,
a light scarf,
words
and ideas too.
Everyone does
they call it
research,
some give credit,
others don’t.
The message
is the thing,
it’s important
to notice-
harm, iniquity,
speak out,
be brave,
seek change,
to speak
the truth.
Pamela Corbett
Pamela Corbett is a
writer and teacher who lives in Bedford Hills, NY with her husband, three
children, and their dog, Sofie. She loves to garden, read, and bike along the
horse farms and reservoirs, as well as out on Fire Island where there are no
cars. She is inspired by the grace of nature. Her work has previously appeared
in Haiku Journal, Boston Literary Magazine, The Journal of Classical Poets, and
Prelude Magazine. She is currently working on a memoir about her mother.
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