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Avery Hall Poem
WHIRR!
The noise
Hair-Dryer
Nails Polished Pink.
It's her first prom night.
Drenched in waves of blue silk
And black shoes with heels to kill.
Not a strand out of place on a
Nervous seventeen-year-old's blonde head.
The lights shine tonight for the ballroom's belle.
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Avery Hall Poem
The Most Frightening
thought, responsibility
for another's heart.
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Popsicle-stained shirts
Romance soon to fade
Draw in the dirt, sip
iced tea in the shade.
Summer leaves its' mark.
Kiss me so slow
Under this sun
Promise it's not
Just fleeting fun
We hid here
In this blue
umbrella.
Autumn
kills this
time.
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Avery Hall Poem
"Girls have cooties,"
announced Howard Banks,
in the 4th grade.
"I don't," I replied,
so he kissed me on the cheek.
If only all minds were changed so easily.
Soccer team, one lonely locker room
Door labeled "BOYS".
Where am I, where are we?
Dear Sexism
We have strong legs
and even stronger minds
Remember that
Y chromosome is nothing
without an X
"Girls can't play,"
announced Coach Raymond,
in the 9th grade.
"I can," I replied,
pushed aside the "men"
and scored the goal.
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She's tough.
Ana's tougher.
Barely seventeen, five stone
Gaunt and battered, she stands alone
Dependent on the lone knife that slays her.
I wish I could, she tells her food.
But Ana says I can't.
One day, she'll win.
She's tough.
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Staring from afar at her silent agony
She mouths out words of pain. He cannot set her free
The handcuffs pull relentless at her pale and fragile wrist
Though her own heart holds her prisoner, her face had beauty kissed
Sun spilled from Olympus, begged its' child to break her chains
And two colossal pewter eyes refused to dry the rain .
To shoulder twice her burden, be her oxygen would he;
one thousand lifetimes over, just to hear her screaming free
His tortured flower, five feet tall and forty feet away.
Took all his heart to swallow that today was not the day.
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Time is money
As he locked the door, a palm came open
waiting for dues to be paid.
How many hours, days, weeks can you pay your wage?
So is the length of your life.
Thirty-five citizens of a town called La Dolce Vita
And closeted-in, they gave their worth
to breathe air once again.
Time is money
but living is far more.
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Please don't stare any more
- your eyes make the flesh peel ever faster
To brother, I was "Little Blue Eyes"
To daddy, "Babydoll".
But there was always that strange uncle
"Lost his sanity years back," sighs Mom.
Blame it on war, loneliness, bankruptcy,
Whatever it was, it wasn't okay
He had odd little games to play.
- but I was seven, could I have known?
Some meant touching. Some were painful
And by eight, I didn't want to play anymore
I told someone about games. They took Uncle away.
Only not soon enough
The night before officers came
He had one last game
called Matches and Gasoline.
I was It.
In my sparkling tiara
Ballet slippers and fairy's wand
I wanted to one day be
someone's Unforgettable
A third grader, eyes
boring into a hospital mirror.
Who unraveled my suit of skin?
In the ballet studio,
a door slammed shut.
The stage lights wouldn't shine
for a candy-cane skinned dancer
Grew up and was
exactly what I wanted
- Unforgettable.
The unforgettable nightmare of young children
The unforgettable modern-day Frankenstein, after
they attempted to pick up my pieces
- I'd rather just FORGET
A one-girl circus freak show
I still dance
...but only alone.
Liquid skin, dripping from neck to knees
Not half as painful as
the heat of your stares.
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