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Thursday, May 05, 2005
Windy
Tall in your class,
A class of your own
Straight hair falling into your eyes
Shaggy to be fashionable
Your thin form wears that uniform
That mark of identity; you belong here
You belong
Among the familiar
Our hair and eyes the same
Afraid to speak, to think too far
I'm hiding behind the uniform,
Safety in being like everyone else
I want to belong
Leader of your class
Soft smile, mischievous eyes
Plainly adorned with dimpled beauty
Striving to comprehend
To feel, to communicate
To know and be heard
You've carved out an identity, but still live here
You don't belong
So excited behind my facade
For new perspectives
I can't hide my smile
(my dimples always give me away)
New opportunities
Striving to succeed
To please, to get OUT
To know and be heard
Even if it means
I won't belong...
posted by Unknown @ 10:12 AM
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tell me no lies
Poetry has always been, at least for me, an outlet of honest expression.
Our perspectives often become blurred by our circumstance
and the difference between what is truth and what is merely what we feel can sometimes become difficult to determine.
But poetry is a sweet expression of us trying to comprehend the world around us, trying to comprehend life, circumstance, emotion.
It can be theraputic, it can be freeing, it can date a period in our lives,
and it can give others a glimpse of us that they may have never seen.
So share a poem, send me your story, give me a picture (I'll do my best to put it on), send it to godsbutterfli@gmail.com;
share your honest expression here, and tell me no lies.
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