"grrl" poems
This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but
Delicate bones and pearly whites
My essence captured through awkward captions and
My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
A photograph carefully composed
Of a girl with her true thoughts [boxed up tight]
This is to the boys who see me as nothing but
Geometric shapes
Circles and curves and parabolas
**** and *** and legs and waist
And an irrelevant concave where my brain should be
My “radical ideas” make me a butterface
This is to the academy, that sees me as nothing but
3.97 and a good SAT score
A scholar of great potential
That will donate millions or more
As an honored alumni
Of the greatest institution in the world
This is to society, that sees me as nothing but
A golden gal who always colored inside the lines
Mrs. Goody-Two-Shoes, no fire in my soles
“She’s never insubordinate, ‘cause she’s never been inclined”
Determined but docile
Go ahead and assume I’m not the rebellious kind
This is to myself, because I see that
My mind is a kaleidoscope of technicolor dreams
Ideas colliding like specks in sunbeams
And I’ll call myself a feminist or riot grrl if I **** well please
You are not my dictator or an office label machine
It’s 2015; I’ll be whatever the hell I want to be.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
good morning
baby grrl
do you need
some attention
want to cuddle
yes you may
get into bed
snuggle up
put your head
on daddy’s shoulder
i’ll wrap you up
hold you tight
center of
my world
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 9:39 AM UTC
Harold Hunt
Just now ·
untitled
Little girl she does dream. While a little Boy he does play.
While the angels do a dance to the song she does sing about a star they begin to to pray.
little grrl she begins to sing a song of a star so near but so far
The little boy he plays a drum to the song she does sing
While the angels do a dance to the song she does sing about a star they begin to to pray.
They all pray for those that have died,
That are on the star which are near but far.
The little girl far.does dream As the little boy he does play.
The Angels they still do a dance on the star which is so near but so far.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
she told me once that she worshiped the
forest of her body and the garden she had grown (like spring
all over her outsides).
she said she loved skin the same way i loved
marlboro blacks and sweetwater blue (obviously and
uncontrollably).
she screamed compliments at me in
soft words with rough meaning (like ****** knuckles against
freshly cut grass).
she assured me that it was okay to wake up
in cold sweats with heavy limbs (unmovable and brittle,
buried under sheets).
but i knew better.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
In the movies this doesn’t happen.
The lovers don’t dissolve into nothing
after visits and good times and bad times and pet names and words like
safe
and
Soulmate
and
The One.
They don’t break up and
stay that way.
In the movies,
there’s unconditional love
and sometimes it’s tragic but
it’s always
unconditional,
But me?
I’m not the unconditional love
kind of grrl,
I’m only a grrl with
bad habits.
Pick my lip, my leg, pick my arm until I see red,
cut my arms up because I’m bored,
play games with my meds,
swipe my parents’ alcohol,
fall in love with
crazy grrls,
fall in love with
Impossibility.
-
I want to be able to Love forever but
wanting to talk to you
is only another bad habit,
only wanting another hit
to get the high before the fall.
See for me,
love is a high
and a
crash.
There is no in between.
-
I want to be able to Love forever but
when I say I miss you
there is no feeling
when I say I want you
there is no feeling
when I say your name
there is no feeling.
I know now.
There are no soul mates.
There is no One.
(there is no one).
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC