Michelle Faulkner Poet I do not know?

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I am not sleek cheekbones
Or chirpy cheerleader chants
I am not bleached blonde platinum
Or bubblegum pink
I am neither New York heels
Nor barefoot California

Don't classify my science a deceiver
Don't judge my faith a non-believer

Cry me no unreal tears for Twitter stick figures
I prefer the flesh of a well-fed life

I am not glossy lipstick and lingerie
I am the unmade face, the mismatched pace
The full grown, real sized woman he wants - every day.

8/30/19

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Juliet Ligon October 13, 2019 at 8:36 AM That's great to true to yourself. Some men prefer a volumntuous woman over a stick figure.

Jennifer Proxenos September 21, 2019 at 1:39 AM You sound real and as one should be - no frills and fancies, just as you want to be and your man wants you to be - this was a truthful,awesome write which I loved and faved. Well penned Michelle. Hugs, Jenny.

Caren Krutsinger September 11, 2019 at 3:00 PM "Cry me no unreal tears for Twitter stick figures I prefer the flesh of a well-fed life" - you are SO RIGHT! With this missive which made me smile and feel good.

Funom Makama September 9, 2019 at 10:44 AM Your lines expectedly weigh in tonnes and your consistency has made you a master of masters in this act. This is beyond compliments. Good work mate. An absolute beauty.

Chris Green August 30, 2019 at 4:32 PM Then good for him and good for you. I say, just be who you are, real and if you are real, you are more than beautiful. This was sassy Michelle and I liked it. Michelle Faulkner August 30, 2019 at 5:26 PM Thanks for your encouragement, Chris!