I
Am so sick of
Lying.
I
Am so done with being
Someone else.
I want to scream it out-
I don't care anymore:
They can hit me with words, with fists and with
Anything else they bloody-well choose.
But there are raisins in my buttertarts
And we all know what that means-
No more nuts for me.
I know it's so much easier,
To go through life painted up
In lipstick and men.
I know it's harder to wear
Only finger-paint
As I march down Columbia Ave.
I know everyone knows everyone
In a small town like this,
But I can't care anymore-
I'll kiss her.
Author notes
5A.
A contest entry
- Inside The Mind: 5 Options With Sub Options, Deep - Points Will Rise by xxRainbowDawnxx.
450 points, ended October 2, 2007, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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beautiful clarity and wonderful
rich imagery to lead us with you into the final stanza.
WE smile with delight! Empowered us too!
This is a really great write! you captured us!
How very SMART of you to do this, will study it some more to learn from you.
ears2hearyou
Kathleen
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Such a sweet write. You are right, you shouldn't have to be someone else because everyone wants you to be. You should be yourself. I loved the opening of this piece and the ending. Loved your choice of words, you had my empathy all the way through. Lovely story, keep doing what you do and express yourself. Love is love no matter who it's with. Man or woman, old or young. Love is love.
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I can't descibe how much I love this poem.
Honesty. -
"To go through life painted up/in lipstick and men." I absolutely love this line!! You've captured the entire absurd standards that we are all supposed to survive under.
"I'll kiss her." I love that you ended with hope, empowerment
Rock On!!!
Tala
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