A Woman Like Me

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by CandeeVictoria, Jul 2, 2011.

  1. CandeeVictoria

    CandeeVictoria Member

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    A poem about a young girl's love and frustration for a much older woman.


    An infatuation sparked
    On a day of many tears.
    Her hand,
    Stretched out like a swan's neck,
    And graceful like one too,
    Grabbed mine and squeezed
    The sorrow out of it.
    A spark,
    That quickly burst into a flame,
    Burning hot with passion
    As the cinders from my past
    Fell away.
    What would mother think?
    To expect a tall, strong man
    Carry me over the threshold
    And slip a ring on my finger,
    Only to find that I,
    Her only daughter,
    Instead fantasized about someone
    Like me,
    Breasts much larger and wiser
    Than mine.
    Eyes that have seen more life
    Than me,
    But still gentle under its weight
    Of her knowledge.
    What would become of me
    If the world were to know
    That I became the very thing
    I was raised not to be?
    If Father knew I exchanged
    My insides with someone who
    Was supposed to be a man,
    But wasn't?
    And in exchange,
    Her flesh went to me?
    Though the wheels on this subject
    Is nonexistent to some,
    My passion for this woman
    Makes them turn frantically.
    Who am I?
    So think such things
    Towards a woman like me,
    And then sit up and cry
    The next morning in shame.
    I wonder who I am,
    And what I've become,
    And who I will be,
    And wonder in tears,
    Until the very woman who started
    This new life of mine
    Embraces me.
    Her body is soft life mine
    And her voice flows like a breeze
    Into my ear.
    "There's nothing wrong with us,"
    She says.
    And when I hear those words,
    It's like I'm not a woman at all.
    I'm still a child,
    Yearning for answers,
    Not quite developed,
    And heavy with curiosity.
    Perhaps she can teach me,
    Perhaps she already knows.
    After all,
    It she must be magical to make
    Wheels that don't exist,
    Turn as though they do.
    Even if Mother told me not to,
    Even if Father will turn his back,
    My heart will beat with hers
    As long as I have one.
     
  2. LovesLiquid

    LovesLiquid Member

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    Thats beautifully expressed..................:)

    Did you ever pursue this urge ?
     
  3. CandeeVictoria

    CandeeVictoria Member

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    Yea, I did, once.
    It didn't work out though. I was 15 and she was almost 40 and she wouldn't have anything of it but I wrote this as a reflection on it, I suppose.
     

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