Monday, April 22, 2013

Girl Products

I can't tell all about it

Just yet I've discovered my place

Far behind in the woods

An echo restless calls
                I can't stand when
I'm weary

                Can't hunger when
I don't care about substance

Lingering visions of more important tears

Not for me               but her
                The one that can't speak

She's locked in a little place
                Never been given water
                                can't grow
Mindless AND conniving
                But really just a child

Interior blues don't fade
                like my eyes with my moods

                The stones aren't set
The time passes

                                BUT SLOWLY

                daughter of misery
Do you want to play?

                                GO AWAY

                                                come back

I can't help but misunderstand
                When that's all that anyone's ever done.

                don't know how to be "just right"

Just my mama's excuse
everyone else's "not quite good enough."

Mdawn (01/27/1995)

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Please critique my poetry; I am not bashful. Thanks for your feedback! Melissa ;-)