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Array ( [sid] => 159875 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => for the followers [time] => 2010-05-15 17:01:54 [hometext] => please rate this poem [bodytext] => I know it is not in just the lack of phone calls
or the true disgust of what I feel inside of me
I know that I reflect the feelings of my inner self
upon his motives
I know its based on my feelings of failure
my continuing stupid choices
the embarrassment I feel for every time ive let my loved ones down
the pain ive felt every time I lent my heart
my stupid choices were all in trust and crazy love

I am a new kind of women the kind around for centuries who loves with her toenails and bites with her heart

I hold on and I love and I trust and I care and I get burnt
when men see the way ive burned they follow in the crowd
they don’t embrace my pain or hold my hand or kiss my forehead anymore
when they see the me that is so blinded by my caring and my trust the real me
not the one with all the walls and the laughing and the smiles
they see that I am nothing
nothing they don’t see I am a new kind of woman the kind around for centuries that loves with her toenails and bites with her heart

I am starting to see it is not so smart
to give yourself with all your trust and love
like an umbrella upside down in the rain.
I am filled and opened to what is to come
I am brave and stern and my heart is so large
that I embrace and help all that is needed
I give my all only to find that it is not enough. My love is not enough.

For the followers of the line of stomping troops
for the rain that came into my umbrella
for the tears that I have shed for the followers of the so naïve
I say to you that my heart is not a stomping ground anymore.
I will continue to love with my toenails and bite with my heart
I will sink into love and still embrace its needs

I am that new kind of woman the kind around for centruies that loves with her toenails and bite with her heart
I am my mother
the kind of woman that loves unconditionally
that knows love has no boundaries
that loves with her everyting and gives her soul
I am that kind of woman.
if you want to follow the troops and try to break our spirit
we are a heritage
we are a new kind of woman a century old kind of woman that
when you grow up you will realize
we are a strong kind of woman
that loves with her toenails and bites with her heart
a real kind of woman
that you should have never let go

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for the followers

Contributed by bronxteacher80 on Saturday, 15th May 2010 @ 05:01:54 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



I know it is not in just the lack of phone calls
or the true disgust of what I feel inside of me
I know that I reflect the feelings of my inner self
upon his motives
I know its based on my feelings of failure
my continuing stupid choices
the embarrassment I feel for every time ive let my loved ones down
the pain ive felt every time I lent my heart
my stupid choices were all in trust and crazy love

I am a new kind of women the kind around for centuries who loves with her toenails and bites with her heart

I hold on and I love and I trust and I care and I get burnt
when men see the way ive burned they follow in the crowd
they don’t embrace my pain or hold my hand or kiss my forehead anymore
when they see the me that is so blinded by my caring and my trust the real me
not the one with all the walls and the laughing and the smiles
they see that I am nothing
nothing they don’t see I am a new kind of woman the kind around for centuries that loves with her toenails and bites with her heart

I am starting to see it is not so smart
to give yourself with all your trust and love
like an umbrella upside down in the rain.
I am filled and opened to what is to come
I am brave and stern and my heart is so large
that I embrace and help all that is needed
I give my all only to find that it is not enough. My love is not enough.

For the followers of the line of stomping troops
for the rain that came into my umbrella
for the tears that I have shed for the followers of the so naïve
I say to you that my heart is not a stomping ground anymore.
I will continue to love with my toenails and bite with my heart
I will sink into love and still embrace its needs

I am that new kind of woman the kind around for centruies that loves with her toenails and bite with her heart
I am my mother
the kind of woman that loves unconditionally
that knows love has no boundaries
that loves with her everyting and gives her soul
I am that kind of woman.
if you want to follow the troops and try to break our spirit
we are a heritage
we are a new kind of woman a century old kind of woman that
when you grow up you will realize
we are a strong kind of woman
that loves with her toenails and bites with her heart
a real kind of woman
that you should have never let go





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Re: for the followers (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Saturday, 15th May 2010 @ 10:47:08 PM AEST
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Finding out who you are as a woman within life seems to be an endless path of learning,with all that life throws at you,moulding you,as around each corner another piece of the puzzle fits into place or not as the case maybe, but what does shine through all of this are certain recognisable definites ie real, strong, loving,caring trusting,concluding as you go that you are that kind of woman,strong affirming write and a source of inspiration for all of us on that journey




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