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A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited  10:15pm PST 1/31/22


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a girl is more
than a beautiful box

some girls wear halos
some girls wear spikes
not on their feet
but in their hearts

high perched on my head
is a lighthouse beam of yellow
circulating around me
an eye of detection and protection

I won't be
can't be the beautiful box
can't be the drooping flower
looking for water
its
simply
un-do-able
unsustainable

where and who is the water
to quench my thirst
who'll give it to me
if I'm no longer beautiful

where is the vase that would support me
what if that vase cracks, breaks apart
my goal is to rise
stand up on my own
resilient

where are the words
not laced with approval/disapproval
sometimes the speakers leave
and make their little fast breaks
leaving and inconstant

a girl can't be
a beautiful box
I won't be one

I must be
singularily
solidified and sound
able to stand in the wind
able to resist and ignore
the usual misnomers and labels

I've been who I am
and stepped lightly and tip-toed
but with steel toes
barely leaving an imprint
my instep only traceable
the way a lightning bug
leaves a brief trail in the dark

I don't need a box
nor words
I know who I am
beneath and even deeper

let my rose wilt
and my yellow dandelion rise
sending out  many-golden-blooms
from my shoots

let me create new words and a world
in which I spread near and wide

golden haired and glowing
my spikey harbinger of my many-Springs
a snowing of seeds
in the breeze
landing on fertile ground

in this way
scatter my halo
my spikes
all over and round

so that I might find joy
in myself
my re-creation....


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 9:37am PST 1/31/2022 TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

re-edited 5:52am 2/13/2022 time and date stamped...still a reworking in progress





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