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[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 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 100 [topic] => 22 [informant] => bronxteacher80 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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