In A Name Poem by Rachael Delamar

Rachael Rachel Raquel Rachelle
The things I found when searching for me…
Amazing gravity defying breasts, can grip a tenner in her cheeks.
little lamb, an ewe, one with purity
Rachel was the second and favoured wife of Jacob in the Old Testament.
she is lovingly described as being 'beautiful of form and beautiful of appearance'

People with this name tend to be creative and excellent at expressing themselves. They are drawn to the arts, and often enjoy life immensely. They are often the center of attention, and enjoy careers that put them in the limelight. They tend to become involved in many different activities, and are sometimes reckless with both their energies and with money.
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Barbie doll sometimes I feel
Figure fanciful…worshiping my own imperfect form
Who else will?
But
Didn't you ever want to pop her head off to see what was inside?
Oh I did
Is she real?
Dress her up dress her down
Even then sex on a childlike on the verge of womanlike mind
I feel as if we were born to procreate…to create
Being female virgo…broken hearted and tragic
Thinking seems to be my craft
….
I was once hit by an eighteen wheeler..
Freshly married and independent of worry
And then
I met the man who slammed my car into a guard rail
Realized he was born on the same day as me
Though he wasn't paying attention
I hugged him tight whispered a prayer in his ear
Im sure he remembers me still
….
The feelings are aboriginal. The consequences of the exaltation of my impressionable mind.
As circumstance always and forever reigns me in …takes me captive..lifts me up high…and then surprisingly I find asylum in my little make believe sky…Almost vampiric (my made up word) …and so selfish yes....i don't know how to do anything but soak up the thoughts and feelings surrounding me…feeding off of you as if you all were my favorite barbiturate..but like my favorite Barbie doll is what I say real or untrue…made up of my arsenal of words? I dare someone to figure it all out for me…challenge me with your theory …as you already do…
Who even knows who is who?
Ohhh all these tender throats exposed taste of intellect…succulent in my mouth
They tell tales of depredation and desecration…all these lives darkened by impure fantasy
Lie and say your different…
Ill contradict you when you do
As im full of stories of misrepresentations during heartfelt conversations….they are the ebb and flow of waves violently engaging leaving marks on my delicate skin..i hold dear my partiality for the battered and broken..though my brain smolders with the effort to take it all in…with memories so strong my reality always feels like déjà vu….and when I beg for a strong line…I change my mind…as I am prone to do
And then find comfort in the shallow pool im drowning in…..my unborn future does not promise an alleviation as I am sooo enamored by
And so intrigued with the victims of my susceptible imagination…..