She thought that his smile was for her,
but it was only for those two lumps sitting on her torso,
defying gravity.
She thought he wished to hold her being, loving her mind, her soul, and all she stood for.
But when his arms wraps around her chest, he loves no one
but himself and his ability
to do all this without protest
No strings attached. He smirks behind her back.
She always wondered why boys stared at her funny.
She became a woman at 10, her figure now the same as it had been
Six years ago.
The rocks, the sticks, the spit, the legs conveniently finding her off guard…
The mud took so long to wash off. She limped for days to all their joy.
She missed those purple pants, too…
Glasses, braces, pimples, periods,
What a sight for sore eyes
(or four eyes)
The metal mouth would cry for help,
her tears melting into the pus
as she hid the blood stains with her jacket.
Poor over-developed mini chick.
No one loves her.
Too damn funny looking.
But she knew she had a great
body,
So she worked on her face:
Contacts, Clearasil, waxing those “ape brows”,
Nair that made her pretty but “smelly”,
She’d win track races, math competitions, writing contests, and prestigious awards, but
She couldn’t win with these staring boys.
Finally out of school, she thinks she has a chance.
No one spits at her image, looking at her funny.
She’s told that she’s beautiful, her hair
colored, her face clearer, her body
Tighter than ever before.
She thinks their eyes adore her because of
Who she is
And now in this Jude Law look-a-like’s arms, she feels loved.
But he lies there smugly, his eyes narrowing while his pupils dilate.
He runs his arms up and down that perfect body, planning his next attack.
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Written December 5th, 2005
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WOW WOW WOW.....this is .......................... just wow. I'm a teenager and i know all this crap that goes on in school and everything, and that is so well explained. Its a long poem, and usually i dont even take time to read long poems, but your poetry pulled me in right away, i cannot believe what a wonderfully incredible writer you are. wow. Thats what i have to say about all your poems, i dont know what else TO say!! wow just describes it. Keep it up!
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Right on the money with this one, I immediately though of my sister in the beginning part of this because when she was in jr high, she was alread double D,,played soccer,,imagine the looks when she ran
I am all for girls in sports, but my parents should have really thought about that a little better. Anyway I love the feel of this poem, really good!
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Eerie
How remarkably eerie. You showed me a bit of this last night, I would not have predicted something so intriguing and moving. It was so fluid. I could not have predicted a word of this, it was so fast and almost exhilarating. Very, very good, this is one of my favourite poems of yours. -
Conflict of interest I'm afraid; if she wasn't so much into looks herself: she would have let her eyebrows grow out, and bitten any scumbag that came along with her scraggly teeth. However, on a more positive note, there are good gonads out there; so she should just toss that bum out the door, and find one good enough for the likes of her. It's so easy.
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