Hazel Izbitt

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Pedestrian Fears - Poem by Hazel Izbitt

Neon lights I Inhale
with exhaust
And sweaty palms
Grasp my
Lungs are filled
With catcalls
And construction
Workers I feel
Dirty just
Walking down the
Street of
Objectified cardigans and
My face
burns with
each glance
I did not ask
For every lamp
Post there is a
Prostitute’s grace
The covers of
Cosmo and
Kids are now Born wearing
Eyeliner.
But
All I want to do
Is wander
Blindly
Meander
With love in hand
And a
Book in heart.


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  • (4/3/2008 7:15:00 PM)


    nice poem quite powerful and stark well done (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008



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