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Fabianna Pergolizzi Poem
When you fill it to the very top
that glass jar that holds your feelings you thought you forgot
and that moment comes when you must speak,
your golden face will turn pale; your legs suddenly grow weak.
This vessel inside you; begins to twist and shake,
your throat shuts down because your heart says it’s not safe.
Trembling hands and wobbly feet,
looking at them wanting to know if they can hear your heart beat.
A simple greeting of hello; is whispered silently
which makes my mind wander erratically.
Your ally love is now your foe.
“Don’t speak a word, keep the mouth quiet and breathe in slow.”
Take a step back and watch from a view.
You’ll keep quiet because you’re unsure what to do.
Pushed and pressured to get the job done,
you can’t remember when this whole thing begun,
A connection and bond is at stake.
Lack of communication will just make you procrastinate.
You’ll watch the rain dribble down on those window pains in your room,
and imagine they’re looking up at the same glowing moon.
While lying at home alone on those blue linen sheets,
indecisive decisions await and August is in just a few of weeks.
Copyright © Fabianna Pergolizzi | Year Posted 2006
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Fabianna Pergolizzi Poem
The veiled girl holds a single rose,
she walks into a room and then she quickly froze.
The eyes of judgment fall upon her,
she listens to all the words that they started to murmur.
They didn't know who she was and they didn't even know her name,
she was well aware that she was different but she had no shame,
she stood there in confidence and took a deep breath,
still in her right hand that flower stayed kept.
Each step she took would be followed by eyes,
the people would gaze and seem to be mystified,
the nameless girl took the stage,
and she felt as though she was being examined in a cage.
She lifted her veil to show her beautiful face and began to speak,
her eyes wandered the crowd as her heart started to leak,
she said, "I'm sorry I'm a little different, but I'll never change",
"I'm not planning on being you or deciding which part of me I should rearrange"
She looked at the rose and brought it to her face,
each petal slowly began to open and fall into place,
she said "the beauty is seen from within and not from the outside"
and with those words she began to abide.
The crowd stood back and went silent for a little bit,
they all looked around each other and felt some regret,
for judging a lovely girl that they had just met.
Copyright © Fabianna Pergolizzi | Year Posted 2007
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