Dress Up Poem by Jeri Martindale

Dress Up

Rating: 5.0

I was wrapped in silk, painted with red lips, my hair put up to show off my beautiful-ness.

Only I felt like I was covered in filth, that my clothes were torn and ripped, my hair combed using only fingertips.

The first time I played dressup with him.

I was wanted to look a certain way, told the words I was to say, to wear a smile each and everyday.

Only I knew what i looked like, the thoughts in my mind, through it all the silent tears in my eyes.

Dressing me up to hide all the lies

I was wanted to appear with him, to stand at his arm by his side, to allow him to cover the truth inside.

Only I knew how weak I was, I knew him behind closed doors, the fire in his eyes, blue no more.

I don't want to play this dressup game anymore.

Monday, August 24, 2015
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Aranthabailu Ummar 28 August 2015

Hi how are you May peace & blessings of allah with you I do not know or heard the word dress up play but now I can imagine it. Your silent tears is touching my heart As it is a nostalgic song it covers the messages more than we think You gave us a good piece of your talent and feelings Oftenly I will read your poems. Because I can see you through it

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Kelly Kurt 26 August 2015

A sad poem, Jeri. But a lesson learned Peace

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Kumarmani Mahakul 24 August 2015

Through silent tears thoughts in mind dresses up. Wonderful expression shared.

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