Sweet little gypsy girl
Her eyes hold the stars in alignment.
Her hands help the cards speak aloud.
Her mouth carves the breath of the vision.
Her heart has a prophecy in shroud.
Scared little gypsy girl
Normal people seek all of her secrets.
Normal little girls don't care for her cards.
Normal little boys don't brag about her power.
Normal people don't see all of her stars.
Sad little gypsy girl
Alone in a world without fiction.
Alone in a school meant for science.
Alone in a home full of hatred.
Alone with no hope for alliance.
Stupid little gypsy girl
Your sweet friend just called you a "fucking freak".
Your scared schoolmates all laugh far too hard.
Your sad water-colored world has washed away.
Your broken self has revealed the sixteenth card.
Author notes
This poem is for all those who have been trampled, frowned upon, ignored, or tortured by others just for being "different", "gifted", "cursed", or "freaks".
And for those who are not familiar with Tarot, the 16th card is "The Tower", a card that means destruction right-side up as well as reversed.
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Comments
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WOW!!!! EXCELLENT POEM
You pinned a fabulous poem here!!!! I enjoyed this work of art very much!!!! the word use was fantastic!!! and your metaphor Brilliant!!!! look forward to reading more of your poems!!!! always, n.a. angel
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"Normal" is so over rated....good job on this
Bravo
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