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No One
likes to be marinated nor boiled down to one hard word my Momma kept my hair clipped for her convenience shorn and exposed like a boy excuse me SON he said I'm not a boy I said he repeated the offending sentence I"M NOT A BOY I yelled and quickly off-ended the offending shin limping away he remembered I'm an OLD SOUL I whispered tightly under my sucked-in breath offenders must not make a show I gave him a sweet in the shape of my heart he did not know it was my heart and so he laughed valentines are the fools of fifteen year olds who have the hearts of elephants and the illusions of butterflies and the hope of a hummingbird testing each flower for the nectar of love but craving only one I was a GIRL in his eyes slant eyes needing glasses a correction that would never have allowed him to see who was in front of him not a girl but a capacity great for love the sweet being its frail melting offering years later the wife not the competition using the same word to outline my existence I'm not a GIRL I never was one didn't have the chance to be look at me wear your glasses I AM the OLD SOUL I think you need correction. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE 5:05 AM PST AUGUST 2 2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE NAME: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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