Bold Babe Poem by Monica O'Connor

November 1,2009

i've always dreamt that i'd be bold,
conduct myself with grace,
learn elegance as i grow old.
i'd say the things i had to,
only be right when i need to,
and accepting all the other.
but it comes down to reality,
and my boldness is a falacy,
a dream, a hope a fantasy.
I'm bitter, just like you babe,
and tactless all the same.
And as my dreams begin to fade,
i know that i'll have you to thank
for the quiet concealed, distrustful ways,
the ways that i conduct my days.
bold you are, but bitter babe,
i wish i was the former.