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[ I am the Little Princess ]

I am the Little Princess
who decrees hereby
that when Mom comes home

giggling like
a sleepy piccolo
or crying

uncontrolled
like the Lonely Maiden

with burnt cheeks
stinging from her
lacquered nails,
scary sometimes

pink and blue
like the Circus
we went once
my favorite

birthday hat
and a fuzzy-frizzy wig
like Laughy the Clown

falls down around my eyes
tickles my nose
playing, because

Nothing can get me
under here
or my mom.
Especially Mom.

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  • Nangaleema
    June 17, 2008

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    the language in this poem sets the stage perfectly for this piece. so child-like, so innocent. sweet and sad. this captures the vulnerability and the resilience of children all at once. great write.
    (I hope this is not written from experience, but in case it is - *hugs* for you.) - NANGALEEMA


  • individuality gold member
    June 16, 2008

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    a good piece of poetry, it is like a dream with the imagery, swapping about and flowing into thoughts like wet colour.


  • KristyBrainsikk
    June 16, 2008
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    Wow, weird poem.. I LIKE IT!