Girl Me Poems

A eulogy for the me I had to kill to survive 

She lay in a casket 
I was the killer 
But was it really me?
When...

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I'm sorry for being black
I'm sorry I ever cared
Every moment
Every smile
Was pity
Why be ashamed?
When I'm just me
Standards on standards to fit
Expectations to meet
People to please
Now...

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When I was a girl with ribboned dreams,
I saw myself on TV screens.
A mic in hand, a voice so clear,
Telling stories the world would hear.

I...

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Cooking up a meal,
Give a deal,
Hit the reel keep spinning...
Flip it and win,
Feel the rush just for a minute.

Inhale, I prevail 
I want the diamonds...

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I was a twirly whirly dancing girl
But not alone, for there was another spinning top
She looked like me, had my face and my smile
We laughed...

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I would make a museum of my mind
Fill these musty halls with all my people
Every girl who has walked my corridors 
To write her piece...

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Is it really me or the one that I hate
Is it you what hurts or it's me that hurting u
Always in fear
Always in the escape
It's...

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"LOVE, just four letters for a very powerful word." By Poet

Why does life start out from a loving mother,
only to be given to another?
This loving...

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I consider my hair my crowning glory
it is very very long blondish and straight
and I pamper it every single day
so, it is soft like...

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It's hard to admit that I was in the wrong 
Everything you said was right all along 
You told me everything I didn't know 
I...

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when i was merely fourteen- 
i remember walking around wondrously throughout my town, 
i wondered how people could live like this.
 i look to my...

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Wailing for her demon lover, she knows nothing about these woods
Daring the devil to snatch her from clutches of midnight she howls truth
Wolves answer her...

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A girl silent as a flower 
Never could be prouder
Never lost, always loved
Always mistaken, taken for granted
Careless and carefree
At most, clever and yet so anxious...

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he knew me in ways i didnt yet know myself
saw the sharp edges i hid from the world
and traced them gently 
like they were meant...

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How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)...
found himself bewitched about Circe,
particularly after reading book title by the same name.

An...

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