Thursday, April 3, 2008

little girl regime

overwhelming symphony
containment soul incomplete
hide and seek, and seek
can you see little bo peep?

seeping pain onto dim facade
bleeding into itself, macabre
around the maypole with mob
was it mary that you called?

crashing through mystery
school rhymes unfold comedy
breaks a soul with misery regime
of what should never be received....

Stop the Rhyme...bring me into... Truth.

Girlish dreams,
shattered realtiy,
pushed down truth,
raped of time,
stripped of proof.

Painted face,
fell in line,
covered up pain,
protection intervenes
my truth hurts...
Sometimes

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