Thursday, February 19, 2009


Pull out my hair
Do you dare?
Live my life free,
This is the way to be.
Bursts of incoherent dialogue,
Always turns into a monologue.
They laugh in my face,
They try to erase,
The beauty of being me.

1 comment:

  1. Again, the last two lines are very strong, probably stronger than the rest of the poem. Love "B".