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Jenna Dixon Jun 2013
The piercing all over his face
You shutter at them,
The gaping holes in his ears
They disgust you,

This dangerous boy
He's running wild and free,
Such a creature as this
Should be kept in a cage,

The bright colored hair
Hides one eye
While the other
glares out at the world,

A monster it seems
You run away,
Laughing behind his back
You mock his choice in clothes,

A thing no mother could love
Or so you say,
But have you seen me?
How proud I am of this,

That boy you hate so much
He is my son
And I his mother,
He brings me no grief

No one could love him more than I.
Jenna Dixon Jun 2013
This driving force
That compels society,
It sikens me,
Is it all we think about?

To find one so perfect
To perform such a deed,
Am I just too old school
For a world as fresh as this?

Young in body old in mind
I'm not fit for this era,
Media splattered with ******
And I want none of it

Strange I am indeed,
I've been the desire of many
But I've given in to none
This is my body, my life

I chose what to do with it
Though you may think I seek one thing
I shun that very thing away
But why so harsh?

Isn't it just a natural act?
Every living thing does this,
Yet I wont participate
Why? Why indeed.
Jenna Dixon Jun 2013
Three girls sit in a room
One with waist long black hair
That flows over her dark clothes
Her figure hugged by a black corset,

The second has hair the color of sand
It plays in long waves
Over her professional attire
But a tattoo shows her wild side,

The third a head of dark brown
In curls it matches her hippie skirt
She laughs and sings with joy,
This one is care free

The first girl dressed in black
Is called by the name of Jenna
Having remained hidden so long
She looks to the third girl for guidance,

The second is Marie
She is determined and strong,
But not nearly as strong as Jenna,
She too looks to the third for guidance,

This third girl is very well known
Ever person can see her
She is not hidden from sight,
She is known well as Lauren

These three, yet so different
Are all the same
Each one has a secret,
Known only by the third

This secret has been held
Long over the years
But each girl will shine,
For they are all one in the same.
Jenna Dixon Jun 2013
There she sits
A little girl in white,
A daisy in her hand
A smile on her face

Not a care in the world
But the shadow across her face,
Yet no one sees her
She's far too small

The path she walks on
It's make of bone,
She drops the daisy
And it withers to ashes,

Out in the field
She finds a man,
One that has fallen
Due to a ball of iron in his side

The little girl kneels,
Placing a hand on the wound
The man looks up
To see the pretty little face

"Come home daddy,"
The small lips whisper
A tear escapes the grown man's eye
For one thing is certain

He'll never see his little girl again.
Jenna Dixon Jun 2013
Me
My eyes swell with tears,
How could this be?
My cheeks glisten
As the silver drops fall

Cold chalky eyes,
They look at me
They look thew my eyes
Into my soul

But why?
When did this red fill the room?
Who could have done this?
The one I love breaths no more.

My knees give out
And I fall to his side,
I touch his face
Leaving marks like war paint,

My hands,
When did they become so red?
And this knife,
How long has it been by my side?
Jenna Dixon Jun 2013
Secrets I must keep
Secrets I do hide
All of these are locked away
Never to reveal themselves,

Not every secret is necessary,
But I've grown a habit
Of telling nothing
Not even trivial things.

From this grew a mask
One I was unaware of,
People don't see me
They see a falsehood

I must tear this mask from my face
Free myself
Breath,
live --

But old habits die hard,
And I sink back
Away to where it's safe,
Where I'm nobody

What I am will be a shock,
It's time to cast away the veil
And let this world see
I'm nothing like they thought I was.
Jenna Dixon Jun 2013
Embracing myself at last
The comments made now
Are from friend who don't know,
They mean well, so I tolerate

I'm shy of my body
But I've grown to love it
After all, it is me --
Should I not love myself?

I'm a bird free from captivity
Though still wary
I'm more free that I've ever been,
I will not be thrown back into that cage

Having only reached 99 pounds
I carry myself in silent confidence,
My weakness is my strength
I won't let it hold me back

I'm taller for a girl
Now grown to womanhood
I've gone this far,
Let's see just how far I can go.
This is the end of my mini series.
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