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Boys who read books
by Kimberly RhodeThis neighborhood is a comedy.
Flamboyant alcoholics, they come
for my laundry.
But when I walk by, some want to know
who died.
Well, the Pope. The woman with the tubes.
And some others, I assume.
I've been described as a conservative.
I wear cardigans with grandma buttons.
My fair to medium combination skin
is a private issue.
I don't know what the bumps are, inner thighs
must exist.
And I don't know why my boobs are flippy floppy
Apparently now, the majority of men
find confidence most sexy.
It isn't being skinny, blonde or bendy.
So I can eat dinner,
I don't have to bleach or lypo anything.
I just need to speak my stupid words.
And show off my dopey walk.
And be a clumsy space cadet with
good posture.
What happened to the boys
who liked girls
who paid no attention to any of this.
To Mike, his poem of a girl
- Everything he needed though she never spoke.
David, who's sex I don't remember
and don't need to.
That's just how easy it was.
Like horseback riding
like pigtails.
It should be painless,
but honestly,
I don't want to know what's swimming
through my body.
04/03/2005 Posted on 04/04/2005
Copyright © 2024 Kimberly Rhode
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 04/04/05 at 05:37 AM As a male of the species I can say from my own preferences I love a girl who can speak her mind while also being able to put me in my place when I am being stupid...BUT...the grandma panties is where I draw the line! Haha, but seriously, aside from the panties part, the poem is very well written, and still leaves that feeling of where all of this fits and resides in the world's progression in general. Keeps me thinking.. ~JPP |
| Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 04/15/05 at 04:48 AM wow! this is just so awesome. right there. aim with excellent precision. one of my favs. |
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