Backwards back cracks,
He pulls the straps tighter,
Her hips bleed sonnets from 1978,
A war inside a woman,
An unknown battle to the world,
It starts at such a young age,
No cease fire till you're dead,
Paint your lips red,
Even though your personality is stale,
Because the world stole the word beauty,
And printed on a list of cans & cants,
Her eyes shadowed bright gold,
***** falling out,
Even in the winter cold,
They say she will be loved,
Loved loved loved,
Longing is all she'll ever be.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
Backwards back cracks,
He pulls the straps tighter,
Her hips bleed sonnets from 1978,
A war inside a woman,
An unknown battle to the world,
It starts at such a young age,
No cease fire till you're dead,
Paint your lips red,
Even though your personality is stale,
Because the world stole the word beauty,
And printed on a list of cans & cants,
Her eyes shadowed bright gold,
***** falling out,
Even in the winter cold,
They say she will be loved,
Loved loved loved,
Longing is all she'll ever be.
I saw this poem in the eyes of an 8 year old girl.
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