| rag doll
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unknown
| I was twelve and soiled; | 1 |
mothered by a father | 2 |
who hadn't seen a | 3 |
light day-- | 4 |
I learned to make do | 5 |
with secrets | 6 |
and a cardboard box. | 7 |
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I never could stay free; | 8 |
bound to my bed by | 9 |
lunar excuses, looking | 10 |
for a way to mask | 11 |
the smell | 12 |
of the dead rodent-- | 13 |
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when I was older, | 14 |
I'd get thrown around | 15 |
and slept with | 16 |
playing house with | 17 |
adam--stretch between screams | 18 |
down the jean | 19 |
tunnel | 20 |
after I birthed | 21 |
two cherries and stitched | 22 |
my tears | 23 |
when I was tugged | 24 |
too hard; | 25 |
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I've had patchwork, | 26 |
but my seams | 27 |
still bleed- stuffed with cotton | 28 |
and weave, wings | 29 |
to make me feel lighter-- | 30 |
I'm so heavy, | 31 |
a prayer can't hold | 32 |
my wound. | 33 |
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I'm still pulling strings | 34 |
at thirty, | 35 |
dragging my feet through | 36 |
the muck with swords | 37 |
in my guts; | 38 |
pain is dark, sick | 39 |
flushing His dirty curse, | 40 |
and I miss carrying. | 41 |
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15 Aug 08 |
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i've got that bloody aerosmith song stuck in my head now.
— raskolniikov
when I was older, 11
I'd get thrown around
and slept with 12
playing house with
adam- stretch between screams 14
down the jean
tunnel after I birthed
two cherries and stitched
my tears 17
when i was tugged
too hard.
— unknown
hot tramp, daddy's little cutie...
sorry rask. =-)
thanks for the line breaking, unknown.
looks better.
actually, that bit you wrote seems like a poem by itself.
maybe i should crop.
thanks for reading.
— jenakajoffer
just lovely, poet.
; )
— fractalcore
hey rag doll,
i liked all of this apart from the 4th stanza. fav lines are: 5-6, 11-16 and 41-42.
— raskolniikov
Powerful, evocative write.
— sybarite
far too many jokes i cant decide where to start so i wont
— chuckle_s
thanks fract,
rask
sybarite.
if you are going to make jokes on women's menstrual cycles, now is the time to do it. the moon is no longer full. =-)
— jenakajoffer
fabulous, creative, original, but I got the hint of abuse from your father, am I reading it wrong, I can see it's about your curse of the cycle but I also got that?
AC
— unknown
hey AC, interesting what you got from this. there is always abuse, whether we detail it in our writing or not-- in this case, (first stanza), i am merely showing how fathers are not very good with their budding daughters.
thank you for reading!
many smiles,
jen
=-)
— jenakajoffer
wow...
honestly this subject has always made me sick
regardless of my female nature
i'm rather squeamish
but oh my god
what a way to put it to poetry
i have to put this in my favorites
and commend you on such good work.
— 1994
and now i am of course thrown into amazement.
the author of alone in autism!
i remember when it was a constant on the top rated panel.
i commend and commend and commend!
— 1994
Hi 1994,
i was hoping for that female-bonding-type-thing through this poem.
thanks for not being sqeamish, for the very awesome comments
and for knowing how to read my username.
=-)
— jenakajoffer
;)
a pleasure. lol
— 1994
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