brazyn

thought i'd take a break from just talking about myself in my blog and share some poetry i wrote a loooong time ago. it's strange looking back on what you've written and seeing how things have changed...and how they haven't. anyway this poem doesn't really have a title...

Shamelessly shallow

Eyes full of judgement

But hearts basically hollow

Shell walk in the door

They look ceiling to floor

At the clothes she wore

Do they want her anymore?

Do they want to look

At the books she reads,

The things she loves,

The life she leads?

No, just cynical evaluation

No final salutation

But really how can she blame them

When theyre just a product
Of their nations

Ideals

Dont care how she feels

Dont care if shes real

Just see the appeal

Of small hips and thighs

Big boobs and bright eyes

When will they see demise

Of their thinking,

Of their verdict upon blinking?

No matter, she walks on

Leaves them behind

As she talks on

That cell with the one man who can tell

What it really takes

To be the girl who breaks

Limits and hearts

Brain, heart and soul

The only parts

That take hold

In his memory

Of exactly what it takes to be

A real woman.