I am Veronica Franco
The courtesan, the poetess,
Who deceives men with
My misleading rhyme,
I am Mary Shelley,
The one whose tales full
Of monsters and beasts
I am made of many borrowed parts.
I am Brontë,
I stand on the highest point of my moors,
Leaning on Edward as I search for Heathcliff,
Wrapped in a furious storm…
I am a poetess, I am a Romantic,
I am not the rose but the scent of the rose,
But most importantly, and who
I’ll always dare to be, I am
Myself.
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