Faith Wood

Rookie (Albany, Ny)

Contrary Mary - Poem by Faith Wood

They call me Contrary Mary
If you speak, I'll take your words out of context
They'll be nailed to the wall
and placed in a nice frame for all to admire
Sitting right beside my conclusions,
I'll tell you it's where they belong

They call me Contrary Mary
I'm handcuffed to my biased opinions
and stuffed in the back of an empty police car
I've been told I have a jail cell reserved all to myself
to keep everyone out of range
from the bombs I hurtle

They call me Contrary Mary
I'm as blunt as an electric shock
and as indecisive as a mirror
With my indignation, I hold my legs steady
so I am able to maintain my composure
As in chronological order, my victims burst to flames


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  • (6/23/2008 3:28:00 PM)

    Bravo! ! Do you know my mother? ! lol (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011


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