Young girl, high hopes.
Let me be good enough.
Let the judges think I'm cute.
Let them smile when I move.
I want to be a cheerleader.
Young girl, hopes dashed.
Tears flowed, heart crashed.
They don't like me.
I'm not good enough.
They didn't call me cheerleader.
Young girl, don't despair.
You can try again next year!
In the meantime, feel your hurt,
Your disappointment, your loss.
Just don't lose your spirit--
For your spirit, I cheer.
Queenie, February 1998
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
The Woman in Me
Who is the woman in me?
She is the softness of a rose petal,
Caressing her dreams.
She is the freshness of a new idea,
Sparkling with ingenuity.
She is the voice of wisdom,
Spewing forth the knowledge of her mother, Earth.
She is the timidity of a mouse,
Hiding behind a facade of courage.
She is the heartbeat of love,
Longing to be loved in return.
She is the excitement of a carnival,
Beckoning others to experience her fun.
She is the anger of an earthquake,
Breaking out of her constraints.
She is.
Queenie
April, 1997
She is the softness of a rose petal,
Caressing her dreams.
She is the freshness of a new idea,
Sparkling with ingenuity.
She is the voice of wisdom,
Spewing forth the knowledge of her mother, Earth.
She is the timidity of a mouse,
Hiding behind a facade of courage.
She is the heartbeat of love,
Longing to be loved in return.
She is the excitement of a carnival,
Beckoning others to experience her fun.
She is the anger of an earthquake,
Breaking out of her constraints.
She is.
Queenie
April, 1997
Speak Up in Poetry or Prose
This blog will provide an opportunity for women to express their innermost thoughts, hopes, dreams, and feelings through poetry or prose. Women who dabble in writing, more for self-interest than for publication or fame, are invited to dip into the inkwells harboring your creativity and let the world peak behind the mask that shields your inner writer.
So, ladies, speak up-- in poetry or prose!
So, ladies, speak up-- in poetry or prose!
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