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fifteen and counting
by Emily Davidsonbe my dirty tires
and i'll be your roadkill.
together we'll create
a massacre.
i'll be the one left on the
double yellow line
while i am stared at in disgust, like the
ridiculous burden
that i am.
read me like a book
then tear out all the pages.
sometimes i'll doll myself up
and talk to my mirror.
and she, my reflection,
always says the same things:
"you're a tough girl, babe,
and that's what scares him away."
and i tell her,
"it's not beauty he wants,
it's normality. and to me
that's as ugly as it comes."
and she nods.
read me like a book
then tear out all the pages.
01/16/2004 Posted on 01/17/2004
Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 01/19/04 at 09:12 AM For lack of better words.. This is awesome. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/20/07 at 08:52 PM random members fav today....this is wonderful. and normality is ugly to me too. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/20/07 at 08:52 PM random members fav today....this is wonderful. and normality is ugly to me too. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 03/07/13 at 08:43 PM why would anyone want normality? :) alas, in my life i've fancied many girls/women for whom i've been insufficiently normal. why did i bother? :) |
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