she wanted to be a blade
of grass amid the fields
but he wouldn't agree
to be a dandelion

she wanted to be a robin singing
through the leaves
but he refused to be
her tree

she spun herself into a web
and    looking for a place to rest
turned to him
but he stood straight
declining to be her corner

she tried to be a book
but he wouldn't read

she turned herself into a bulb
but he wouldn't let her grow

she decided to become
a woman
and though he still refused
to be a man
she decided it was all
right


by Nikki Giovanni






S T  ..... two's-day :) 17 dec 2013

I watch her picking shells
Drifting to faraway beach
It’s bad that I only remember
When she’s out of reach!

I could tell her when she was close
Could whisper in her ears
Could tell her with a bud of rose
Anytime all these years!

But why it seems the only time
When she’s out of reach
I shout it in sea’s din a mime
She’s busy picking shells on the beach!

I could tell her when she was beside me
I could tell her in the car
But why now when she seems busy
Straying on the beach afar!

Why it seems the best moment
A time most opportune
Though went years together spent
Holding hands in the moon!

I raise my voice today is the day
Her my thought must reach
But she’s gone far in the bay
She’s out of reach!

*She has drifted up the bay
Where I pine to reach
Tell her what I die to say
She’s busy picking shells on the beach!

YOU LOVE HER AND YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME.
HOW COULD YOU?
HOW THE HELL COULD YOU RUN TO THE GIRL WHO EVERYBODY LOVES
AND LEAVE BEHIND, SO CRUELLY,
THE ONE THAT NO ONE WILL GET TO KNOW?

I was an idiot to not have seen this coming.
Honestly, what the **** did I think I was;
Desirable? - ha.
And how naïve of me to think
that a child like you would have the decency to
look past my scars and ask me if I was okay.

You’re a pain
and an ***
and nowhere near deserving of my affection.

...so why do I still feel this way about you?
How could I still let myself hope like hell that maybe,
just maybe,
*you’d want me.

Sweet lips don't dull your words,
just as those bright eyes don't conceal your intentions.
I am not some play thing
for you amuse yourself with
when you feel it fit
- or when your ego is bruised.

Learn to pick yourself up without me,
as I have done
- without  *you

Perhaps I built you up to be more than you are;
You’re open arms that were supposed to let me in
are nothing more than a barricade trained to keep me out.
You’re supposed-to-be-sweet smile
twists into a smirk that makes my heart shrink.

I thought you were different
silly, silly me.