What little girls should know
Date: Sunday, 2nd August 2009 @ 05:19:25 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: Inevitable

Woman's body
ravaged beneath man's touch
his prowling eyes
his lust
his lack of words, of heart
his quick rise of anger
of words cruel and unkind

When we were little girls
we dreamed of prince charming
of men with gentle hands
and strong verses of adoration
of heroism and destiny

We got clumsy fingers, orders
Musky odors and sweaty skin
bodies to fall into, to cry from
mistakes to cradle like deep wounds
scars to remember, fresh and old

There is no man without flaw
and rarely a woman
whose dreams became reality

This poem is Copyright © Inevitable



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