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Something to say
by Madeline PestolesiI am the girl
Who looks like a lady
But talks like a sailor.
I've seen men blush
As I vocally lick their eardrums with my sailor mouth.
I've always found it amusing,
And people either love it
Or hate it.
And that's ok.
I figure it's better to just let them all see me,
Really see me.
Trash talk included.
And they can either take me
Or leave me.
But why be friends with someone
Who doesn't really know me?
Or really love me?
Because we all know that true friends
Deal with the good and the bad.
That's what made you friends in the first place.
With or with out the sailor talk. 03/05/2003 Posted on 04/18/2003
Copyright © 2025 Madeline Pestolesi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 04/19/03 at 06:35 PM Well, a friend is a friend who is capable of playing any kind of role. And yes, he should also be capable of accepting one in wholeness. |
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