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Why am I a Peacock?

by Trisha De Gracia

Through Green tinted glasses?
Anyway, what you see:

Some swaggering emerald peacock
with a plume of (second hand) feathers
arranged in tasteful display.

A long and straight and tall blue neck
with a slim little head sitting sraight on top
a little fringing crown
and a long pointed
regal beak

(a path for my pretty brown eyes to stare down).

07/28/2004

Author's Note: Apparently, I appear snobby and pretentious. I look like the kind of person who takes hours to get ready to go anywhere. I look like I spend a ton of money on clothes, and on makeup. My smile is of the polite, I'm tolerating you kind. I know I shouldn't care what people think. I should just be me. But apparently you can't have an eye for what looks good and be nice and caring as well. That, or every time I am I'm pretending. My sincerity looks fake to people who don't know me. Like hers did...

Posted on 07/29/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Barbara Griffith on 08/02/04 at 04:34 AM

You are not her. And I'd tell you to never forget that, but I hope that one day you don't need to remember.

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