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Speak Like You Know Me
Femme fatale, vixen, temptress, siren, seductress find the worthy noun.
Part of the same crowd.
Subjected, rejected and used.
Perhaps that what you mean by unexplainably obtuse.
Heralded responsible or nurturing.
Saved by the measures that the fearless championed.
Abused and tortured,
The outright obscene and emotive.
Quickly chipped and when loose… they erased your daughters.
Equally uncomfortable and immediately defensive.
Let’s make links.
The ease of a model pupil,
Linguistic tendencies or opinions?
Thoughts still stew a stumbling mess.
Strategic strewed scripts but no change of address.
Colourful hues of life,
The palette before the green rise.
Embraced by literature,
Renewed with conviction and direction.
Challenged by the extent of the social infection.
I know you got that.
More to my message than do I look cute? Can you buy this?
Or is my a…fat?
The Mother, the Father, the Sister, the Brother, the Aunt, the Uncle and the Grandparent.
Not simple but done,
Even if I lost my last of everything and the systems ceased to exist.
The procession of hands dealt.
Experiences passed but readily felt.
I still have a way to go…
I am a woman and that’s what I want you to know.
Copyright Teherah Wheeler (©) 2017
All the best