rosemarie miranda


The Genie In Me - Poem by rosemarie miranda

Am scared to enter my hell there
Knowing the devil herself is waiting
To pounce on my poor soul
Ready to devour the last vestige of my pride

Am no spider who weaves dreams of cob
Am no angel without flakes of sobs
Am just a lonely bat
Neither here nor there

Flaunting, taunting
To be taken into the hub
Where the magic of the genie
Is waiting to be robbed

And rubbed.

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  • Ric S. Bastasa (8/5/2010 4:00:00 AM)


    ow the magical genie... which part shall be rubbed? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 5, 2010



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