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Candid & Scattered Are Sisters
by Shonda Creemer Candid
I wore my favorite
pair of jeans today.
They must be six years old.
Her thread-bare spots and
familiarity comforted me.
Scattered
I do it until it feels right...
...these compulsions.
They are taking on a
life of their own.
Mine.
Candid
I'm not wearing any make-up
as I run these petty errands.
Hoping to turn away the last
stranger who could possibly
have eyes for me.
Scattered
Oh, by the way ~ I still
listen to your mix tapes.
They make me wonder what the
hell I ever saw in you.
And I smile.
07/03/2010 Posted on 07/04/2010
Copyright © 2025 Shonda Creemer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/04/10 at 02:37 AM Oh. My. God. The 3rd stanza was writ for me. No doubt about it. I used to apply makeup religio.us.ly. Til I realized something.
You are my hero! I've holidays to endure, but darlin, it WILL be makeup free - me. Makes me nervous and yet... this is me. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 07/05/10 at 06:29 PM I agree with Paige's comment. I wear foundation and mascara daily and really do it up on Thursday's and other special ocassions but today, I did some errand running with a naked face. I like the fight these two seem to have in this piece. It's like your mind is dueling it's self but taking it out on you. Nice punch at the end. |
| Posted by Mark Maxey on 10/03/10 at 02:17 PM Very well done. Poignant to the point and so beautifully done. |
| Posted by A. Reed on 08/13/11 at 10:31 PM Very well done, indeed. Reminds me of myself everyday. |
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