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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488558" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hearing Again From A Student Who Broke Down</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">her face pale as a fading moon<br>her hands trembling like the leaves blown by the wind<br>at dawn<br>she is<br>the thin, tiny girl in a row of the brusque and the thick faced <br>law students, so to speak she has become the weakest link<br>of their argument<br>why one has to study law and become a lawyer and compete<br>for power, money, and position</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she finally retreated, broke down somewhere where she says she<br>screamed without tears, where she writes her poems finally <br>in inkless pen and imaginary sheets of paper <br>her mind exploded into some painful shrapnel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is what happens when you are so true to a vocation<br>when you do not learn how to fake feelings<br>and eradicate some emotions<br>and be the woman and man<br>tough like steel and shrewd like the fox<br>or fight matters out like the rats in garbage cans<br>and yet appear coy like a dove, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">they say, this is the battle of the fit and the survival of the fittest<br>no muscle no guns no spears or swords <br>it is what they call the decency of words<br>and logic and sophistry sometimes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she chats with me today, thanking me for the books<br>for the lightness of being, she blames her stupidities of being <br>weak, the weakest link of the <br>argument in law school, she blames her poetry,  (she hates my poetry: who says that life is fair? nobody raises a hand) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she says she is now coming to terms with herself<br>befriends her journal the more, she is taking more breath<br>regaining her composure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">next semester, she will be joining us again, <br>she promises, no chains, no feelings, a little wit and humor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and nothing fading and not one shall be pale among the brusque<br>a pachaderm</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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