Crow
Bluelighter
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just an observation one day
Girl Waiting to Cross the Street
Dolled up in your black Versacci dress
Your black pea coat hangs on your small frame.
Hair neatly styled by Vidal Sassoon,
Make up brushed on to model perfection -
You stand on stiletto heels, striking a mannequin pose.
I watch as you sway to the right –
Leaning away from the homeless woman to your left.
But I see what you try to cover up
I see through the masonry you have built.
Your fear hangs behinds that Revlon veal
Sadness hidden behind your mirrored DKNY glasses.
Your shoes lifting your head just enough, so you don’t drown in your personal hell.
I see what you hide
the real you
behind that fallacy comfort the world has sold you.
I know you want it gone, to show yourself,
Have people finally see you,
Shed it!
Walk away from it!
But you can’t,
you hold on,
too scared to let go.
Too afraid of what they all would think and say.
The traffic lights change, and you cross the street.
Carrying that heavy shell, hiding such beauty.
[This message has been edited by Crow (edited 21 September 2001).]
Girl Waiting to Cross the Street
Dolled up in your black Versacci dress
Your black pea coat hangs on your small frame.
Hair neatly styled by Vidal Sassoon,
Make up brushed on to model perfection -
You stand on stiletto heels, striking a mannequin pose.
I watch as you sway to the right –
Leaning away from the homeless woman to your left.
But I see what you try to cover up
I see through the masonry you have built.
Your fear hangs behinds that Revlon veal
Sadness hidden behind your mirrored DKNY glasses.
Your shoes lifting your head just enough, so you don’t drown in your personal hell.
I see what you hide
the real you
behind that fallacy comfort the world has sold you.
I know you want it gone, to show yourself,
Have people finally see you,
Shed it!
Walk away from it!
But you can’t,
you hold on,
too scared to let go.
Too afraid of what they all would think and say.
The traffic lights change, and you cross the street.
Carrying that heavy shell, hiding such beauty.
[This message has been edited by Crow (edited 21 September 2001).]