She's a kind of perfect
the world has never dared dared to see
She earns respect
of those brave enough to get to know her
she's a free spirit
(teen angst in a white girl)
lives in the cliched one parent household
grew through the lies and the underbrush
to form a perfect girl within
contained
cohabitating with angry snaps of
Why the hell am I really here?
and the answer continuously slips
the only difference is somedays
it never really mattered
and on others it matters too much.
She has this gift of simple truth
that I can never really master.
Blunt and cutting
her words slash mine
because she really doesn't care who's watching
and I do.
She'll scream through the halls
and then listen for the stares and echos.
One to many brushes with a blade
she comes through it all
to be the one
I really do admire.

06/19/2003

Author's Note: Silly orange white girl

Posted on 06/19/2003
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