Allyssa Barker

C'Est Mon Ensemble - Poem by Allyssa Barker

white shoelaces
a little too long
grazing the groung
muddy at the very ends
a little tattered
a little torn

blue jeans
a little too faded at the knees
hugging just below her hips
frayed slightly at the bottom
a little weathered
a little worn

black sweatshirt
a little too big
meant to masquerade
sleeves covering her palms
a little tattered
a little torn

teenage girl
a little too sheltered
consorting with corruption
dipping in only her toes
a little weathered
a little worn

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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