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I was talking to my little sister yesterday
She looked at me
  And this is what she had to say
Do you think I'm pretty
Like those people on T.V.
Those fashion models
Business Mongrels
That walk the L.A. streets

The girls at school say I'm not
They say that I'll never be
They laugh, tease & taunt me
They make me feel small
They make me feel ugly, not wanted
And worst of all

They make me feel less like the girl you tell me I am
You tell me I''m pretty
Amazing in every way
But those girls the ones I see every day
They hurt me in a way that doesn't
Make me want to walk tall

Because I've heard it a lot
So much that I am beginning to feel
That I have no appeal to anyone
So I'll ask you again

Not as you being my sister
But my closest friend
Do you think I'm pretty?

I looked at her
I could see the pain of what those girls had done
I could see that my work was not yet done
So I smiled even though
I had tears in my eyes

I smiled to her
And to her I replied
You are beautiful in every single way
From now on I'll tell you every single day
I know it's hard but listen to me
Even though you may not want to
Don't listen to what those mean girls say
They know that you are pretty

They really do
They know you are pretty
And now you know it too
With those last words I saw a new light in her eyes
She smiled and straightened her back with pride

Say it I told her knowing she needed to
Just like she needed me to say it too
I'm pretty she stated
I'm pretty she beamed

I knew I had helped her self-esteem
I was proud and now my work was through
wrote this from a point of view of someone I'd talked to about my feelings. They acted like my older sister so I turned them into it
Pain
Some say that it's easy to forget
Others that it'll haunt you forever
But I don't believe that
I feel like pain is a
Reachable
Tangible
thing
That it walks around
Looking for it's next victim
That it is
Everywhere
Everyday
Of our lives
That it waits patiently in a corner
Waiting
Waiting for that moment
That one moment
That you
Mess up
Fall down
Embarrass yourself
Or are hurt
Just so that it can come out
Then it'll sit down beside you
And envelope you in it
And every time that you
Think that your finally free
It'll pull you back in
Soon you'll be surrounded
And you'll give up
Then as you cry
Sob
Or break down
Pain simply gets up
And moves on
Forever repeating it's cycle
Because Pain
Pain you see
Is Immortal
 Oct 2015 Forgotten Heart
Hilda
Happy birthday Marian
A thousand mem'ries of you
blow across my mind
tiny miracle of life
held close to a mother's heart

Today you turned twelve
still I see my sweet baby
smile into my eyes

no flute to give thee
harp or cello have I none
chilled by poverty

hungry mouths to feed
our furry little darlings
their eyes beseeching

if I had more time
I would play croquet with you
and dress dolls again

hear a mother's heartfelt cry
baking loaves of bread and rolls
planning simple meals

May this humble poem
a token of my love prove
my dearest daughter
 Oct 2015 Forgotten Heart
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Her kisses were moonshine
and bullets, three shots
to the heart, like a rose
on the canvas of morning,
like art, an eyelash on a poem
that always makes me pause,
three xs at the bottom of a page.
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