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Sounds of animals
Folder:
the farm
So sure,
How rare.
Pin my arms down
like a moth,
Frame me up
Real nice.
The beast sleeps bellow,
Horned goat boy,
Slathered animal.
Fucking,
Gazing,
Breathing.
Real bad,
So depraved
For someone who had never killed.
Sheep in wolf's skin
I know, I claimed.
Please let me do what I want,
Not like I could hurt a fly.
Yu should write a book of
Yu should write a book of poems on "how to survive in the 21st Century". Make this poem one in the chapter on "what to wear".
.....;-)
Words of a real life survivor from way back.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Sheep in Wolf's Skin
Wolf skin works if it's very dark
outside and the bullies
have all gone home. Pigs
fly and I remain below.
.
Cowering inside, put on
the face of a heroine standing
atop the mountain shouting
encouragement for
tired nations.
.
Same as before, no one
sees the real me, the tip
toe queen at most things
always looking for a corner
to grab or a shadow
to obscure the sheepliness
that is the true identity.
.
~Lady A~
12-19-13
3:26P
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