Down the the basement is a girl Who is figuring out her world Watching her twin in the mirror Move as she moves slowly like Sugar sweet syrup on a cold day Leaning into her reflection before Falling away onto a bed made up For a girl of about eleven all pink Bow ties and unicorns boybands On the ceiling look down as her Looking up knowing there’s blue Skies beyond the egg white above Wishing she could fly up and out Of here to anywhere she wasn’t Trying to escape that little girl Into the once forbidden territory Of womanhood that’s elusive As trying to stretch to grow bigger Making her think of Alice in her Wonderland with pills to make You bigger or smaller when change Is so easy it’s just a choice to Change or not change why can’t She change if it’s that easy is it That easy and maybe that’s why Nothing changes here is she tries Too hard to change to fit into shapes And moods that everyone wants that Please nobody not even herself and She buries her face in lily white pillows Crying because everyday is the same Twenty-four going on fourteen always Staying the same no matter how much She wishes she could be anyone else Which is the key keeping herself locked In the same places she’s always been
I wrote this poem and then worked in the word of the day from Cyranny’s Cove–“Forbidden.”
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What a turn towards the dark. Excellent word play. 🙂
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Thank you!
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