And there you are,
Standing there,
With your hat in your hand,
A little straw number,
That you bought out the bargain bin,
To make yourself seem softer,
And appeal to the man within,
Which neither of us discuss,
For fear of my angsty wrath,
And my unwillingness to comply,
But in the end,
I rise above you,
To look into your eyes,
And hold your arms so thin,
While both of us cry inside,
Because we both know,
I am dichotomically whole,
And thus you can never fit in.
Author notes
Most probably don't understand the concept of a woman feeling like she is both a woman and a man on the inside, if not on the outside, but that is what this poem is reflecting: my dichotomical personality which spreads beyond just my sexuality, but also to every facet of my personal being.
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Sounds good, Leaves me with a image of a man and woman staring at each other, holding hands. Needing but not able to have each other. For me it left most upto the imagination.
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Unfortunately, the basis for this poem is not set between a man and a woman, but a woman and a woman. Please refer to my notes, maybe that will help explain.
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I guess I should have worded that differently, it matters not what sex, age, time, only the feeling between the two people that are suffering. Its jus what popped into my head, from my recent break up (boy and girl).
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Understandable. I wasn't really trying to correct you, but just shift your view on the poem so that maybe you could understand it a little deeper. Thank you for your comments.
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It did help look at it from a different perspective, not just my own. Thank you for your comments aswell.
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