But,September

BUT SEPTEMBER ARRIVES TOMORROW AGAIN YA'LL

Yaki, there aren't enough words to say how neat and unique this piece is, and how awesome I think you write!
Everything was so inspirational and created an image that just kept continuing to grow after reading each stanza. I loved your voice here, stubborn and independent, and not afraid of anything, you have the intention of helping others in a lot of what you describe, modest, deeply rooted, strong in their beliefs.

"stubborn,
neat analysts
that liked routines-
were modest,
focused,with lives written
in the language of lists,
with audacity
tattooed on
their foreheads and
feet stuck deeply in the roots
of the earth"

- Never knew much about Virgo's, but this is beautifully portrayed and makes me understand a lot better. I loved the sound of your words, they just.....go together so well when I read it out loud! Like how you make it poetical, vivid, and all you use is simple words with a striking 'color' and tone. Favorite line? "audacity tattooed on their foreheads"- such a strong statement, go boldness :)

Wonderfully written, with a lot of grace and a definite originality that has me coming back to read this again and again 'cause of your ideas in it.

Keep it up :)
MaryAnne

Omg Yaki this poem is absolutely ahfrigginmazin. I will come back later to edit this comment with something more in depth. For now let me read this again and again and soak in the beauty of this. I promise I will be back shortly to comment this.
Absolutely by far the most amazing write I have seen from you.

Okay back as promised....

September is confusing.

some say that;
they are left
floored by its beauty,
that it arrives
precisely after August
with its bow tie,auburn hair
and a bouquet of dry leaves
dangling at the end of
a golden necklace..

^^^^This stanza opens the poem with so much visualization of what September represents. Though it is still hot in mine and your part of the world the month of September has become synonymous with the start of fall and all the beauty it has to offer. Your description of the month is breath taking. I absolutely loved this stanza in its entirety. I do believe there is one tiny small mistake in the title and in this stanza....looks like there should be a space after your comma both in the title and in this stanza right before the word "auburn".

but,
September always
reached me sixteen
days before its departure,
when it was already
flushed,and tired
from all the flirting
it did thirteen days before..

^^^This stanza was so creative in its metaphorical punch telling the reader when your birthday is. I love how you portrayed September as flirtatious, that is so how I would perceive it to be. If you didn't know, I missed it by 6 days, I have always wished I would have been born in September. I see the same thing as before where a space is needed after your comma -flushed, and tired

with the same excuse
of every year;

..it couldn't make it sooner.

^^^^ In just these few lines you state the obvious in such a poetic way. Unfortunately September will always come at the same time every year but the way you say it is so creative bringing a persona to September, as if it were a person late for an important event in your life.

for I,
was meant to be
like all the newborn
stars of that day;

^^^Though you were born on the same day as many others and guided by some of the typical traits that are cast in the stereo type of the sign we share. You are still unique to it as is everyone born on that day.

stubborn,
neat analysts
that liked routines-
were modest,
focused,with lives written
in the language of lists,
with audacity
tattooed on
their foreheads and
feet stuck deeply in the roots
of the earth

^^^ You have nailed the list of what us Virgos are perceived as in this stanza. I loved the ending lines, something so beautiful about the way you say "feet stuck deeply in the roots of the earth"

But,
September
never analyzed me.

because, if it had,
it would've realized
that my self-image
was placed high
above its stupidity.

^^^ Surely you realize that even the closing stanza is so much like a Virgo, still analytical, though our hearts are in the right place we don't mean harm but sometimes we are abrasive and harsh on even ourselves.

Yaki, This poem brought so much to the table and you described typical Virgos so well. To say you were inspired would be an understatement. This poem is so amazing, girl you rock and really rocked us Virgo's. Awesome job!