Cast aside your filthy pride
And shut your shifty eyes

Turn away your smug looks
And toss your dirty books

Keep own hand to one's self
And one's self to your own

You are no one
You are a clone

Truth is traumatic
Lies dimplomatic

Junk is treasure
Wrongs can pleasure

All systematic
Most problematic

Keep own hand to one's self
And one's self to your own

I am Woman, hear me roar
Come see me bleed
I am Woman, hear me roar
And let me be

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Posted by Chad 2008-02-01 06:58:07 guys,,stand up and fight. Is this a dig on us guys...if it is then I understood every line this poem was saying except junk is treasure wrongs can pleasure. For this site I give it a 5...but can we be really sure what you were trying to say...can u + Report this comment
Posted by June Lunare 2008-02-01 07:59:56 .... Open up your eyes Close your mouth You use complaints To gather attention Among this world Of loneliness. Perfection does Not exist. To wish for it Is the one-way ticket To the horrors That you attempted to run away from. If your wish is for A perfect man, Sure, you can tie his arms to himself. But, for fair game, Let him sew your mouth shut Before you do so. Then, you'd be in equal grounds Together Forever. Thank you. + Report this comment
Posted by 1800 2008-02-01 12:25:26 .... Good poem. I already knew it was going to have to do with, "My eyes are up here." + Report this comment
Posted by onyxdragon 2008-02-07 11:56:02 Did I know what I was trying to say? Yes, I knew exactly what it was saying. + Report this comment

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