Karla Bell


Sit Pretty Little Girl - Poem by Karla Bell

Sit pretty little girl
But you might be there a long time
The roads are all closed and no ones walking by
An empty bottle and a gun won't be much company tonight.
Pull up your boots and walk a little while
The night casts a shadow and the moon casts a spell
You're down on your luck sugar
But the bloody nectar tastes swell
Your bosom is bruised
Your lips cut on the side
A car passes, but takes it wide
You stumble, not fall
And your hair covers your pretty eyes
You've not lost your fight
But you have lost your pride.
Counting your blessings
You have only one
There's no bullet left
In the heavy metal gun.
Take the darkness
Wear it over you, like a grey mink stole
The bastards they got you
But they didn't reach your soul.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

my friend... abandoned and raped.. the bullet was for her... (metaphorically)

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  • (10/11/2012 6:01:00 PM)


    ........................excellent Karla! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012



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