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a real girl on saturdays.
by Meghan Helmichi dug out the lava red
and pulled the lines to tip,
an embarassed flush on the nail.
the reaching fingers bear
a stifling cloak of femininity,
of responsibility to be all-desireable.
and telling to 'pull my braids, clip me
with your eyes.' i understand
this; i can't expect much of you.
12/01/2007 Author's Note: afternoon scribble: 'it makes me feel authentic.' revised 7/14/08
Posted on 12/02/2007
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/16/07 at 08:02 PM Meghan, this poem sounds very self-affirming - good. Sometimes we need to tell ourselves things that help us realize who and what we are. Self-talk.
~Chelle~ |
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