She's Ugly I
Hands calloused,
holding on to the things
you have done and said..
reaching for the people
you have loved(and lost)...
is hard work
face softened by the things
that she has denied seeing,
there is a thin line between baby faced
and brashly polished...
gleaming nevertheless
no one hesitates to kiss her face
thinking as they may
that there is nothing
but the beauty of
a woman with
untransferable history
to fear there
be that as it may...
but there will always be the question of
who will hold
those hands of hers
She's ugly
Us posting on the same day was meant to be..
ReplyDeleteYour amazing! girl..thank you for reminding me why I live each day!!
"face softened by the things
that she has denied seeing,
there is a thin line between baby faced
and brashly polished"
but really though..you had to do it!!!
"beauty of
a woman with
untransferable history"..i stealing this line for the first line of my next poem..
<3
ReplyDeleteYou go me waking up my roomate screaming "THIS BITCH!!!!" like i aint never read it before!
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