sixteen by Philippa JaneWhen I was sixteen
I wrote you a love poem
or rather
a poem addressed to
the semblance of someone
worth loving.
Ive never been great
with words spoken aloud
those uttered without room
for consideration
or revision
and so I wrote you a poem
and another, then
another, and
you changed,
not only in your self
but as a concept,
reduced slowly to a slew
of male pronouns, the latest
no more profound than
the last. 08/03/2008 Posted on 08/04/2008 Copyright © 2024 Philippa Jane
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