One Two Three Four
One: Baby
I was little gift of Love Gving to you by Stars from Above A little thing so pure, glorious, and white That could corrupt the pleasure sound of Night. I was, to her, so young, petite, and undenyably pretty How could anyone in thw world not learn how not love me? Shown from left to right, from strangers eyes to family eyes Their eyes of blue, black brown, they could just stare and sigh. Two: Child So I grew to a toddler to lessen use of a stroller and now to walk with Mother. Although I came ot be a bother since I seem to be missing a father However I did not know and grew farther Growing and learning the ways of a sporty player Tennis, Kickball, Going to school, known all teachers
Three: Daughter Now I grow into a daughter and girl. I'd go and play with my mother's pearls. How I wish I could have my hair in little curls and once my mother promised me for my world. Until something dappling came and began to unfurl. I became a thing of scars and red spots instead of swirls.
A speckled Venus;a spot on a carpet; a scratch on a mural. a wrecthed, horrid,detestable object; a useless crumb of cereal.
Four: Woman The next last step in my roles Stil dappled; my hopes are black as coal What has blemished me so is worse than moles as well as being the size of little, tiny trolls. Yet I have grown in woman and time has seeming taken a toll as I am still ashamed of it all and still can't stand looks of dole. I long to be as I was yet magic is not real and I must stand so alone and wait for someone to accept it all and make soemthign wanted of all.
kai_fox · Sat Jun 04, 2005 @ 11:59pm · 0 Comments |