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To Be a Poet

I’ve sat on a bench in Central Park. Admiring the atmosphere around me. Why am I here, and what am I doing? Do I belong, or am I an imposter? Living in a world I don’t know how to fit in. But people walk by, and I think, why not me? Am I deserving andContinue reading “To Be a Poet”

Central Park

I’ve sat on a bench in Central Park. Admiring the atmosphere around me. Why am I here, and what am I doing? Do I belong, or am I an imposter? Living in a world I don’t know how to fit in. But people walk by, and I think, why not me? Am I deserving andContinue reading “Central Park”

Time

Quickly goes time and slowly it goes All depending upon the day. Or what time of the day it is. Or what mischevious things rounded the corner in the day. I peeked around the corner, and felt shame. I’ve peaked around the corner and found relief. I’ve peaked around the corner, stumbled, fell, and slurredContinue reading “Time”

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About Me

Hi, I’m Kayb. Thank you for visiting, and reading my words and sharing my story. If you are here I hope you are finding a piece of yourself, and we can share our humanity. As a mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend and employee I wear many hats. But I’m finally learning to love myself for more than those titles. It’s finally given me peace.

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