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Revisited
Contributed by
eileithyia
on
Thursday, 7th April 2005 @ 08:24:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Why do you look at me
like that
Who told you that you could stare?
Why do your eyes
glide over my body like
a fish over stones
Why dont you notice me
in the day
when its bright and my flaws
are easily seen
when my feet in sneakers
slump past
you
and I haunch under my bag
and you dont even know me
Why when I drape my curves
in black satin
do you stare at the top of my peaking
breasts
but when I walk by in
denim
I am
suddenly
unremarkable
Why do you see sex in me
when my stilettos are purple
shining on the pavement
but not when my sneakers
dull but confident carry me past you
on the stair
Why do you grin
sickly to your friend when I
suck
on my cigar
but never see me
bite my pencil when Im concentrating
Not
that you would care to know that
I am smart
Why do you see me four days
every week
on the same cobblestoned street
but only see me Saturday
nights
smoking
in lipstick and
high
heels
Why do you look for me but
never see me?
Why do you have that right?
I bet you wonder why
I am angry
See me
some
day
Youll understand.
Copyright ©
eileithyia
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2005-04-07 20:24:18]
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Re: Revisited
(User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on
Wednesday, 17th August 2005 @ 01:23:27 AM AEST
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| Strange write, this sounds like this is about a hooker. Interesting take on it. Peace |
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