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i wish i wasn't so afraid of my forehead. afraid i'll brush my bangs just the wrong way and someone will remark "my god! that girl looks weird with her forehead showing." afraid like i could change a part of my face. i guess i could if i was one of those rich ******* on "housewives of ---" or jwow on jersey shore i could go shopping for new noses and larger cheek bones. like changing a feature of my face will make me more wantable when it's the crap that comes out of my heart people don't like instead i wish i could bare my forehead stick my middle finger right up there for all to see but i am afraid of my forehead what is a forhead? just a bit of skin just a little forehead that is what scares this redheaded leopard this is why lionesses hide in kitchens majestic ************* that should be out there running things this is why there are no women presidents because we are afraid of ourselves
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 6:38 AM UTC
i am afraid of my forehead
i wish i wasn't so afraid of my forehead. afraid i'll brush my bangs just the wrong way and someone will remark "my god! that girl looks weird with her forehead showing." afraid like i could change a part of my face. i guess i could if i was one of those rich ******* on "housewives of ---" or jwow on jersey shore i could go shopping for new noses and larger cheek bones. like changing a feature of my face will make me more wantable when it's the crap that comes out of my heart people don't like instead i wish i could bare my forehead stick my middle finger right up there for all to see but i am afraid of my forehead what is a forhead? just a bit of skin just a little forehead that is what scares this redheaded leopard this is why lionesses hide in kitchens majestic ************* that should be out there running things this is why there are no women presidents because we are afraid of ourselves
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 6:38 AM UTC
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