hidden in the corner
forgotten, like rotten milk
she cries
hears voices shouting,
louder,
and louder
you promised
oceans of yells
flooding her mind
bangs against the door of
lawyers and
fake white wigs.
im sorry.
lost in arguments
who's side is she on?
black, or white?
a chess board...
black, or white?
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
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3 comments:
what a gorgeous poem!
thanks 4 stopping by
miss magic
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This poem is very vivid and effective--
I love "hidden in a corner like rotten milk"!
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