The stink upon her hair fills the room quickly
As soon as she enters it
The pimples on her chin and neck blush proudly
While her eyes seem to see both ends of the room
Her rags she call skirts may have exposed too much
Because the hair unshaven reminds me of the Amazon
Her forgetfulness to wear a bra is noticed
To everyone who has eyes
No one can ignore the overly huge nipples through her shirt
Even I!
So, she walks into the room thinking she's beautiful
She limps toward me and I can already feel her sticky sweat
Her crooked smile is for me and I do smile back
As I pick myself up and head to her
I reach for her hand and kiss her cheeks
After moving her frizzed-up hair from them
And I moved to her ears and whispered softly
"You're beautiful, sis"
I took her arm into mine and slowly walked to the podium
Where she will recieve her crown and a dozen roses
Her care and love for the school really meant more than just looks
During Prom 2005, when she was Prom Queen
And nobody could ever regret voting for her
We Love You!
A contest entry
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do you have a beautiful sister too? :)
Comments
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Can I get you to put what option number you picked and what part of the family you want to be? Please and thanks!!
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ofcourse the brother
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This was a really poignant poem! Beautiful! It really shows that its whats inside that counts and not how we look! Thankyou for the entry.
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This is beautiful
I really love it , it brings tears to my eyes, thank you for entering, You have your own style of writting and I like it, you really are talented.
Hold Fast to your Dreams they may surprise you, and Dream sweet when sleep comes to you, and may the dreamweaver come to you in the still of the night and weave you a dream of your Desires.
Blessed Be,
Dreamweaver Maiden
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