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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 © 2021 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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