I was never taught to
Paint my face with makeup
Never gave a thought to
Why the other girls and
Ladies looked more pretty;
I was busy twirling
Through the puddles, gritty
Fingers clutching branches
That were swords and spears for
Battle, taking chances
Leaping onto creek shores,
Hurling mud at brothers;
I was happy in my
Body till my mother
Told me every reason
It was unladylike.
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PoetrySometimes poetry just bleeds out of me. Funny poetry, serious poetry, poetry that has good meter and complicated stuff, or poetry that's just a jumble of rhyming words. <Note: The first 20 or so are MOSTLY old poems, kinda light and silly and f...
