(September 23rd / Port Antonio Jamaica)

What do you think this poem is about?

Who are you sister?

I wanted you for my play mate
You turned out to be a stalemate
Poor headless toy
You pull out your own hair,
Pluck out your own eyes
Now you turn on me
For what?
Back off dolly baby
You can’t scare me
Rock yourself in a cradle
Make baby things
Pretty Dan Dan…
Clothe yourself in that damn man

Who are you sister?

Stop pulling at your own hair
Don’t let your eyes run l
ook towards the sun!

Submitted: Monday, January 19, 2009


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  • Elaine Oxamendi Vicet (1/19/2009 7:59:00 PM)

    So many of us do just that. We should try fulfill ourselves for our ourselves and not through anyone else but self.

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  • Krista Churchill (1/19/2009 6:27:00 PM)

    very very different but very very nice thanks for sharing

    krista

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