Thursday, April 15, 2004

it's quiet in this room and i,
i just want to whisper
in that mystifying way
something genius and questionable and debateable.
i want you to think on what i give you,
to mill and chew on it for hours.
let me share with you some insight,
some seeing in i've done that
YOU HAVEN'T.
and maybe the wind will sweep me up next,
maybe it'll pick me up and carry me away
and i'll only be your vision.
fantasy.
i'm ready to be something otherworldly
and beautiful,
for all those fairy tales to come true.
it's my turn to be that goddess cinderella,
that genius they promised me girls can be, too.
and there's always room for you to learn
to respect me,
or maybe even to love me
instead of fake awes.
i can fool your sense of reality and norm,
but i guess i'll never quite be the
mythical creature i wanted.
medusa, maybe.
*bettie* at 9:57 AM