People say I should be--
Pristine
Presentable
Profitable
Prominent
Pretty
Petite
Polite
Pleasant
Perfect
Which one?
I've tried them all, I am most of them still. I'm all of the above on my own terms and that's why I will always be--when it matters--
Stubborn.
(Haha-- you thought the whole poem was going to start with the letter "p". Nope, I'm too stubborn for that.)
Red is the color I lack.
It's rumored to bleed--but I never saw it this month
or the last.... few (+2 years) times
I've been sick for too long,
lacking something that will give "a women her purpose".
Okay so you've got some beef with me it seems.
Well, get to it-
Stop wasting all of our time so you can give me those
words that I can punch out of your mouth for real this time.
Well...
Not punch because
Every day —
Monday through Thursday,
starting at 2:30 pm,
I grew wings.
Peaking when reaching for the birdie.
Gusts of wind and floods were my fuel to hit the
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