sadness...
be stilled in brief moments
where I lay in Bermuda grass
watching pecan shells wiggle-
falling into lapses of imagination
where the reality does not tread-
tongue thick and restrained
I wonder why anyone taught
me to speak, when the world
tells me to shut up.
To go away, not welcome-
not worth celebrating.
Gift of life, can only be found
in the wanderings
of far, far away from all.
Too much this,
not enough that-
the brunt and punchline
of the birth of jokes-
cruel jokes...
laughter aimed at me,
not with me-
even daddy left
because I wasn't
good enough.
When I grow up,
I want to be someone
completely different...
be stilled in brief moments
where I lay in Bermuda grass
watching pecan shells wiggle-
falling into lapses of imagination
where the reality does not tread.






good luck in the contest and a happy valentines day
maralisa

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