TO Hell With Playing Barbie DollA Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
With amber eyes turned upward Sometimes life seems punctuated by the Creator My time is up in this darn town I want to sell my house and move To another spot… Another space, another place
I’ve dealt with the ways of my fears My disappointment with Nebraska Shows up in thirty different ways I’m done with this callous scene Orange tangerine despair Mixed with opalescent blues
Evident in the final computation Seems as if I'm putting up with broken glass All the painted faces mocking my joy Dead end existence comes warbling in Singing its unmelodious tune of the blues
My unrest is in the air Surrounded by my raisin colored regrets A dried up purple sort of hue I choose to stop holding on to nothing I now seek a better sun A new place to run
This is my last straw Farewell to the kings of deception Stuck in the womb of contradictions I want to self regenerate
A chance to live again A reason to believe The true fact is… I’m tired of feeling like extinction
To hell with playing Barbie doll ____________________________________________________
______________________________________________________ LadeeAnne Anne P Murray c/r 2011
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4 Reviews Added on September 2, 2011 Last Updated on September 2, 2011 Authoranne p. murray- LadeeAnneBirmingham, ALAboutI'm not an extraordinary woman, simply put... I'm just a normal, ordinary one. In my private life I am gingerly cautious with the people I meet, but fearless in the words I write. Not an extrove.. more.. |



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