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Untitled Cries of Women
The wallpaper is looking at me funny again,
This ill begotten child of the women who went to America.
Sometimes I wish I could just bake my head,
Instead I'll be begging to apologize to tell you my story.
Still locked in the attic,
After I've been silent all these years.
If I just left my car running...
Would you let me tell my story?
Destroying all English without lifting a sword;
Instead holding on to my penknife.
I'll send you down a basket of treats - only to die to leave you beauty.
After all, the author is already dead, aren't they?
Then will man forgive Eve?
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Actually in the whole poem, each line alludes to something else, on purpose. That being said, congrats on figuring one line out.
It's the content that each line alludes to that I was going for. |
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| Thought the poem was good,overall, but..."I've been here silent all these years..."? It would probably be better without Tori Amos lyrics in the middle. |
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Comment by: - 2006-02-05 14:25
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| Amazing opening, over all great poem- i love it |
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Comment by: - 2006-02-05 09:27
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| Hey Silvia...Great job on this one! Very cool, and, since I know you...Very familiar. |
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Comment by: - 2006-02-05 04:40
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I am completely won over with your first and then third lines. Make your own rules as long as your voice is authentic (it IS.) You play with my head and it's okay, because I come away with a baffled stare and a little high.
"If I just left my car running. . . " is irresistable bait and I'm hook on the rest of your line.
A quirky brand new original voice and exchange with the reader. Like this one a lot. |
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