Kayla Ramsy

My White Knight - Poem by Kayla Ramsy

Where is he?

This fabled man,

I hear he saves damsels.

Where is he?

I am a damsel.

Where is my knight?

He rides a noble steed,

Sword and shield in hand,

Waiting to free the land of its atrocities

With the sun shining off his white armor.

My other self scolds me harshly;

“You don’t need one.

You are too ugly, too unsightly, too dull, too dumb.

Too poor, too childish, too weak.

You don’t deserve one.”

Then I tell her off with the words I know;

“I am not too ugly, unsightly, dull or dumb;

I am who I am,

Though childish poor and weak I may be,

One day my knight will come for me.

Then will you see.”

I have fended her off, but only for the moment.

During the night she will come again,

Her words as sharp as daggers.

But I will ignore her.

I’m waiting for my knight.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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