To Be Known
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I spent my childhood
seeking to be unknown.
To be known was
to be bruised.
Bullies swarmed,
and some were
family.
As an adult, I scream
to be seen and known.
I spend my days and
nights seeking to be
known, to be heard.
As I lay my head upon
the pillow, I dream of
my words helping me to
be known.
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Paula Frew
Transplanted from Ohio to Kentucky to be near her only daughter and three young grandsons, the author wrote her first poem in the fourth grade. She fell in love with the form and was first published in an anthology at fourteen. A battle with multiple sclerosis has caused her to find her home in a nursing home, where she has found time to craft her poetry as well as time to teach writing to other residents. She has been published in several literary magazines and anthologies, including Ohio Bards and The Walt Whitman Anthology.
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