Friday, November 9, 2007

Yellow feathers in her hair (a retort)







You think you're so clever
scripting words
hiding names
pointing fingers
trembling as you fumble
with the clasp
pinning scarlet letter onto breast
attached to innocent face
strutting to and fro
working that catwalk
stop looking down
your nose
your perch
your hill
cause even kitten heels
will turn an ankle,
cause a fall
you only have nine lives
and chapter 8 is already completed.

Painfully obvious the things you scorn
are those you cannot achieve
unable to care for yourself
much less anyone else

you put on a good show
collecting names
golden men to fondle, stroking egos
basking in the spotlight
promising your love, then
when the supporting actor enters
stage left
you leave them on your shelf
gathering dust.
Sorry darling,
your 15 minutes are up.
born to play a role
taking whatever you want
regardless of who gets trampled
careful...those kitten heels
look awfully wobbly
you wouldn't want to fall head first
heels midair,
exposing all on the
red carpet!
Oh wait, that would be right up your
come-down alley
I forgot you're shelved in drama..
not many happily ever afters
come off that shelf.


you fail to see my quiet strength
waiting patiently behind the scenes
always listening, holding my tongue
I don't need the spotlight
I've my own light within

You see me tired
heavy burden on my shoulders
carrying those who have no voice
you remain clueless
motherhood changes you
you think I'm weak
loveless~
but-
the depth of the love I've known is
so much more than you will ever fathom
truth be told
it scares you to death

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