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Smyrna Gill Poem
Her,
Let's talk about her,
She's always so bright, or it's all about the sight
They way she loves, despite the other's bluffs
When someone says her name
She keeps them without any shame
One day I asked her, what does she want
Said, I have some wishes, can someone grant
To be the one, whose taken care of
As I am soft, like a freshly baked loaf
To just be free, be free as a bee
To walk out the door and be real me
How can I be not objectified, besides they say
I like the way you smiled,
May I not be the one everyone wishes for
To be someone's everything they wish for
She said,
I'm strong, I'm built like this
To be the bait or just live to be his
The list is huge and my clock is clicking
I laugh with a boy and they start shipping
Stress a distress, You have to look flawless
When you're feeling like a mess
Body shaming, no we care for you
Where were you when my hands turned blue
i asked, how do you handle all this,
Said, you should know, don't you know miss!
Copyright © Smyrna Gill | Year Posted 2025
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Smyrna Gill Poem
I wish you were there
When I needed you the most
I thought you were the only one
Who will protect me, at any cost
When my trembling hands
Wiped off the heat of tears
I was going through so much
All that my heart had always feared
The pain I felt right in the chest
Strong enough, to forget the rest
The swollen eyes, were a sign
I had lost the nutrients, the brine
The severity of sorrow, the sorrow
When you know, there is no tomorrow
The decision I had to make that day
The Heart said stay, brain wanted to go
I couldn't hate you for this stuff
You're my love, it wasn't bluff
Now If I stay, I know I'll surely shatter
You can't fix me, you know this better
Copyright © Smyrna Gill | Year Posted 2025
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Smyrna Gill Poem
Look what have you done
The deeply etched scars
The immutable pain, once
there was no place for burn
Saw a pretty innocent girl
how she was always smiling
Her feminine, she's dead
She looks alive, but she's gone
The poetry when she spoke
The rhymes that you broke
The heart? it used to pump
Ironic enough it still yearns
Silent nights full of grief
Whispers of soul's belief
My sorrows are conscious
My happiness? never took a turn
Adoration, devotion,
fondness and what not
Majestic embrace, regal grace
Was that all, just for fun?
The madness I always showed
Your real You was what followed
I'm at peace, the soil fits in well
I'm buried below a pretty green fern
Copyright © Smyrna Gill | Year Posted 2025
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