Reign Of Vanity Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Reign Of Vanity
Once upon a recess
During the 6th grade
There was this thing called the rating game
2.
Made me want to hide away
Contrary to popular saying
Time was my friend
The days gave me grace
Made me finer than then,
I walked around unaware,
Unaware of my pretty flare
Friends tried to tell me: You don't see yourself clearly, you're really a beauty
'hey gorgeous' from the man who I dreamt of most often
riding under the stars, high in a gangster film fantasy.
'you're beautiful, no really, I'm not just saying that,
You don't seem to belong here' from the man at the bar
Wanting to know his place or mine,
Hey buddy, I'm not that kind.
'I just want to let you know, you're really beautiful'
Says a strange man, rushing down the school hall.
That's all he said.
He stopped just for me.
I made him stop just by being.
smiling,
I began to see me.
'You look really nice with your hair pulled back' said the sweetest man on the dance floor
'but you also looked good with it down too, ' he quickly added and I laughed like a charm, ‘cause I'm starting to like this power
Now I know they say that looks don't matter
Superficiality is mean
But for the youthful beauty
It's fun and adds to the scene on the screen
I think I'm finally here
I think maybe I see
I can be a pretty girl
A pretty, pretty girl
Who is in love with this whole damn world.
And the world, yeah, I can make the world fall in love with me.
And the world, yeah, I can make the world fall in love with me. I am already part of that world!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/5/2024 3:23:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a remarkable poem! It gives me an shining insight into the feminine mind as that mind assesses and responds to world with its often unfair expectations in terms of gender. I like very much the scenes that literally pass by you over time, each one a component of your developing self-image, Especially that sweetest guy on the dance floor with his two ingenuous statements about your hair. Other scenes like the bar scene have a blunt honesty. Women are a mystery to men (I've elucidated the obvious!) I used to ask my twin sister for advice in how to approach a woman - she couldn't help me, alas. I should have looked for signals in the world around me as you have recorded in this poem. Above and beyond being a gracefully, honestly, deeply written poem, this writing could really HELP a struggling adolescent of either gender negotiate their way through mixed society. If I were still a high school teacher, I'd give this poem to students I perceived could use its wisdom (and I don't use that word WISDOM carelessly!) . Great title by the way.