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=Hands Cut off=

by Nikki Benson

I tried to show you a song
But when it came out
It wasn’t the real me

If I played it right
Tell me sir
What would you think of me?

If I couldn’t charm
With wood and strings
Would you be there for me?

If I couldn’t paint
Your fantasies
Would you care for me?

If I never did my hair
What would you think of me?

And if I mismatched my clothes
Would you be seen with me?

If I was out on the streets
Would you acknowledge me?

Begging for some food to eat
Would you take care of me?

If I could
Jump inside your head
Find all the superficial things you like and
Shoot them dead

Jump out in time to see your
Honest reaction
Would I see the face of bitter disgust or see
Your sweet loving affection

Could the real me
Appease the real you?
Would the changes be the starting lines or the
Ending cue

Well there she is bare as bones
Will you take her?

So scared doesn’t realize
All the courage inside her

Here I am hands cut off…
Will you accept me?

There you are and yes I would
Would you do the same for me?

There you are and yes I would
Would you do the same for me?

01/01/2004

Posted on 04/29/2005
Copyright © 2024 Nikki Benson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Holly H Dunne on 06/27/05 at 09:13 PM

we do hide our true selves through material things as you express in this honest clear portrayal and i like poignant ending.

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