"unmoldable" poems
I am
Eve.
It is my task
To sample the fruit,
To romance the serpent,
To
Fall.
It is my task
To corrupt.
I am
Eve.
It is my duty to be pure.
My burden
Is skin
Is shame
Is
Pleasure.
It is my charge
To be a symbol,
To be a statue--
Smooth, perfect marble
Cold and unmoldable.
But
My flesh
Gives
Under fingers.
My smoothness
Has heat.
Has breath.
Has
Blood.
I am
Eve.
It is my calling
To be a paradigm.
Still and quiet as a
Painting or mural
Which can be pointed to
And admired.
It is my role.
I am something
To aspire to.
Something to acquire.
Something to
Protect.
I am
Eve.
It is my destiny
To disappoint.
It is my fate
To fail.
It is my study
To ******
I have been to trial
By power.
It is my crime
To burn the garden.
It is my obligation
To be
Deceived.
I am Eve.
And I am
Unprepared.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
A woman
Who has been turned into clay,
Eventually dries
And becomes hard, cold and
She won't be molded
Any longer.
Don't throw her
Out the window because
She refuses to take
The shape you
Wish she were.
Decorate her with the
Colors of faithfulness,
Love and acceptance.
She will continue to be
Unmoldable,
But she will take an all new
Shape,
One she is proud of,
And her warmth will
Glow through out the night.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
And did you dare to think for even a moment that
I was your private Pygmalion?
Reality: Unmoldable because I won't take shape.
You cannot claim me or tame me.
I belong to no mortal man.
[: I belong to no one.
I belong to myself. :]
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
Why do I feel the need to fit a mold
'Cause truth be told
As I get old
I find myself ever-changing
Why must I define what I believe
'Cause new facts that I receive
Alter what I conceive
It makes me ever-growing
I cannot say I'm black or blue
'Cause truth be told I'm every hue
It's all too true
That we're forever-thriving
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
I was sad but now I laugh,
I overcame the life I had,
Instead of being defined by the past,
I want to make things in life last.
I’ am independently me,
The very best version of myself that I could be.
I can rise above the abuse and hate,
For my minds in a better place.
I am not a toy I will not be played,
I’ll never bow down to a word you say,
Unlike many woman I will not stay,
For I am unmoldable, the opposite of clay.
No one in life will get me down,
I will stand up tall and proud,
Shout out to the rooftops outloud,
For who I truly am is found.
I love to be creative and unique,
Show men that a woman’s talent has diversity.
I do not depend on my exterior,
But rather focus on my interior being clearer.
For what’s in my soul truly matters,
Doesn’t depend which part of me is flatter,
For I love myself for every flaw,
Hoping one day you’ll see me the same way I saw.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC