Early morning as the radio
blares the 80's channel as a
wake up.
-- her shoes, blood red
slip on's; keep her company
as she goes to hell.
---
Second bell, her friends flock
round. They point out her stomach
[or lack of]. She shrugs it off;
laughing,
they wouldn't understand.
---
End day
-- others look at
her. Head cheerleader;
how much they want to be
like her.
[she never knows how much
influence she has]
---
Staring at the white screen she
sighs and looks at the time.
As four o'clock goes by
she taps at her desk impatiently.
[no one to talk too today;
no one to not judge her]
---
Stomach rumbling as she rolls
over in bed; who really cared
for lamb anyway?
As the 80's blared once
again, she falls asleep.
[perhaps for the last time]
Author notes
Name:: Cheyenne
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A contest entry
- Snapshots of Life ~ by Manda Kathryn.
1000 points, ended January 29, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is very well penned; I absolutely love the first stanza with her blood red slip ons - the imagery of that gave Cheyenne a more strong image of whom she is.
This is incredible
♥
Best of Luck
Stay safe
~Manda
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This has a strong message to it. It makes me want to feel sorry for the girl in the poem. Nice write!
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i really like the message good write..
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Wow, very well written. While I don't have any personal experience on this topic (kinda the opposite actually, I have always been a bit overweight) the emotions are very easily understood. Great job!!!
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Sad tale,
well executed.
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No, no, no, no, NO! Not sucky, not crap. GOOOOOOD. Got it?
Good. G.O.O.D.
*sigh* Teenage anorexia is such a problem
But you did good with this, promise.
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