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Elanor Fanah Poem
No more sad love poems
But what can I write then
I’ve had no happiness
So how can I write a happy one?
All I have to write about
Is lies
Broken promises
Shattered hearts
Scared souls
and that stupid face that glooms in my mind.
You tell me to write a happy love poem
I’ll try
Can I lie
Is that alright?
Because isn’t that what love is about
...Lies?
Copyright © Elanor Fanah | Year Posted 2010
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Elanor Fanah Poem
You are not beautiful.
You are not tall
You are not thin
You are not blonde
You do not wear
tiny skirts
navel-revealing shirts
or anything sizes zero, one, or even two
You are not submissive
You are not silent
You are not vulnerable
and not weak
not stupid
You do not drink
You do not sleep around
You never go to wild parties
In all,
You are not an emaciated, weak-willed
subservient sex object.
That is the measure of beauty these days.
Is it not?
If so...
My dear,
you are very ugly.
Copyright © Elanor Fanah | Year Posted 2010
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