Best Stepchild Poems

I beat her like a
   red headed stepchild because
      That is what she is...


*JOKE- I don't beat her,
but...

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Hey fat man
 in the little red suit
All those little girls 
think your so cute
But ive known the truth now
 since i was over three
And...

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She calls on me, intermittently
In fickle favor, in spotty dictionaries
My demure, distracted destiny

She is the unrequited lover, the absent mother
She is Santa, granting wishes
Upon orphan...

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Big Orange was a housecat gone wild
He'd eat my cat's food then he smiled
No more do I leave food out
He no longer has clout
He came...

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I don’t have a father, that’s my big brother
We both never had a father but we both had a heartless mother
That nigga can never be...

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could someone please tell me

of the moons intentions

and of their affair

with Jupiter's rings

when lo and behold

Io has a fire in her belly

snowy volcanic fields

burning ice...

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Equal rights for all?
A woman, man and child.
Of opportunity, solidarity thru domestication
Then why? Some are treated as a stepchild.

Equal rights is similar to social injustices,...

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EDGAR CAYCE
			
		True, true, my hands are soft– not overworked,
		nor lined by heavy labor-- nor calloused  
		-- the soft hands of a gentleman, perhaps!
		But my...

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We were caught up in the moment
A moment of challenge and battles,
toes were stepped on, hearts were bruised,
lines were crossed. 
What came out of my...

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The American way
The only way
The last place on earth
The Last Chance Saloon
The bee's knees
The Great Satan
The silver bullet
The last roundup
The life of the party
The enfant...

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takes out it's loaded gun
shoots holes in us for fun
daring us to try and run

time

knows the game and plays it well
watches from the side or...

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A redheaded stepchild, he lacked savoir faire;
seems all that he did brought his parents despair.
He made them some gingerbread, did so with flair.
Just for spite,...

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Not a student of Poetry,
  more a student of life

The words fell  before me,
  stepping-stones of delight

Not a student of Verse,
 ...

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Sitting on me, butterflies and dragonflies give poses.
Am I not, yet, less known than my fragrant sisters, Roses?

Am I not somewhat less cared for as...

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