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by Maple Tree Jun 26, 2020
Life, society /
As a young one
grabbed hazel eyes
in the palm of society.
My mind visioned
good fortune would
lay down before me,
as roads were paved
Always pushing to become
the one to wear the coveted
tiara, having a dress made of silk
and a cute boy by my side.
But I was the one in the back
in old denims and raven, stringy hair-
watching a blonde and blue beauty
wear the prize on top of her mind.
As Fifty graces my face
I realize, tiaras are made of plastic,
cute boys are milk duds
and stringy hair is perfect.
My crown is made of daisies
and royalty is birthed from the heart,
not in the mirror.
Amen sister! I love this! I too, not the blue eyed blond beauty queen and I'm ok with that now. I would rather be from the earth than all the plastic parading around these days. Hugs my friend -
Whats wrong with Denims? I love them ^_^
That ending is so beautifully powerful Mrs. Owl <3
by Poet on the Piano
You are so uniquely you, and your confidence in who you are, knowing you wear your own crown. Love the theme of this and especially the last lines. You are a queen in my book! <3
by BOB GALLO
Lovely crown for the queen of poetry and poets.
by Ben Pickard
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