lady
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Inspired by the following:
The Book Thief - personification.
The Hunger Games - Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire.
Thor:Ragnarok - Hela, the goddess of death.
To the lady with the cigarette...Whose reflection do you see when you stare into the mirror?Is it the same woman I see?And if it is...Why do you choose to taint that beauty with purchases that only gurantee your death?And though your beauty is lik
Who is that?
The one who I see at the edge of my eye.
One who shines from the crowd.
Something is different about this person.
This someone is an enigma.
Strange that I know this person,
Lady in black
Pretty and fair
Don't dare look back
There's pain and suffering there
Lady in black
Silent and scared
The cards are stacked
And shame haunts the air
I once knew a lady who moved to MilwaukeeAnd what do you think she wrote me?"I once knew a man, and he once knew me,Until I moved out to Milwaukee."
As a woman
I can act like a lady
I can dress like a lady
I can expand my vocabulary so that
I sound like a lady
I can walk with the right amount of sway
Like a lady
With just enough tease
As a girl, im supposed to play with barbies, not with hot wheels or a toy truck.
as a girl, im supposed to have dolls, and pick flowers, for "he loves me" luck.
As a chick, im supposed to wear dresses, skirts, and make up too.
Sun lost, Demeter’s tears,
For so the land hath slumbered here,
For the once warm air now dull and queer,
Stop! Something rustles in the dark,
Hark! Someone approaches like a lark.
With want I watch the hunter and his dear.
His delight; unfaltering, does not cease.
A mere goodbye; you help me in my fleece-
Out to the woods, to the cold morning’s air.
Life grows from her ribs
Feminine Beauty and Strength
She is Cool
The very Air you breathe
She is Fierce
The very Sun you absorb
She is Sturdy
The very Earth you rest your feet on
That is not how a lady sits
For she crosses her legs and you hang there with yours wide open
That is not how a lady laughs
For she giggles and blushes while you snort and smirk
That is not how a lady stands
My Love….
This is our season
You are my only reason
For celebrating this period
So many do celebrate devoid
Of the knowledge of love
Some celebrate just like the dove
She sings.
The strings,
play like a charm.
Tuned so warm,
to touch my heart.
This is the start.
My lady,
My ukulele.
As I look at these seven stories,
it’s difficult not to cry.
These poor animals are beaten,
abused, and left to die.
Students in Vegas cut of the head
of a bird, exotic and rare.
I am more than what’s between my legs.
But you’ll never see that because you seem to live there.
Just like every other boy that has walked in and out my life.
Notice I said “boy"
I don’t go to church anymore,
there’s no sleep for the restless.
I spend my days with a crooked wishbone,
the meat still sticking to it,
and our shed smells like the gasoline
that burned out of me years ago.
(laughs) that's what i was thinking just the girl?
i was barely coherent
she was following my every step
and yet i found that very staircase that set her free to her death
but i passed it
My little lady,
Is going to work today.
Dressed in her Sunday's Best,
As she trots down Avenue A.
She'll sit at a bench,
For a near twelve hour day,
Yet still will only make,
Nearly half of my pay.
Verse 1:
Sometimes I wanna runaway,
But I can't find the words to tell you I'm not gonna stay,
So I'm just gonna say
"You don't belong to me, your washed up, your so fake"
