When I was little, I always thought boys didnt like me because I was just a little kid, and that when I was a big girl, I would have a million boys friends! Didnt happen, man. I got chubby, and ignored boys for so long that I had an irrational fear of the
To when I played in the sand,
and always had messy hair.
Couldnt tie my shoes,
but they would light up when I walked!
My clothes never matched, and no one seemed to talk.
They didnt whisper about my weight,
un-painted face,
or frizzy hair.
Because chubby was cute!
Make-up was for grown-ups,
and they gave you quite a scare.
Take me back to my playground,
Where I dreamnt of being big.
Where I thought about boys,
ignored my toys, and wondered why it is:
That the big girls are always pretty.
They never seem to fight!
Boys always want to see them,
because there clothes are tight.
All there faces sparkled,
with things from magazines,
they are all so pretty!
I JUST WANT THAT TO BE ME!
What the heck? What happend?!
Now IM the bigger kid?
Boys dont want me,
I get into fights,
all these perks have gone and hid!
I wish I could turn back,
and tell myself about it.
I'd plead, I'd warn, give guidence, I'd shout it!
"Don't waste this time wishing for bigger things,
because beauty is not something time will bring.
Beauty is given when you prove yourself aware,
aware of the things inside you, that show you really care."
Advice I never choose to seek.
I wasted the years, now its made me meek.
I can yell, and be wild, but when it comes to love.
Im afraid, Im scared its always 'push comes to shove'.
Im letting go now, going to stand up and be strong.
Im taking this fear, and Im moving on.
Poetry by OHMAN! it ' s lisa
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Written on 2007-01-21 at 02:23
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~ Moving on
Take me back, to when I didnt care.To when I played in the sand,
and always had messy hair.
Couldnt tie my shoes,
but they would light up when I walked!
My clothes never matched, and no one seemed to talk.
They didnt whisper about my weight,
un-painted face,
or frizzy hair.
Because chubby was cute!
Make-up was for grown-ups,
and they gave you quite a scare.
Take me back to my playground,
Where I dreamnt of being big.
Where I thought about boys,
ignored my toys, and wondered why it is:
That the big girls are always pretty.
They never seem to fight!
Boys always want to see them,
because there clothes are tight.
All there faces sparkled,
with things from magazines,
they are all so pretty!
I JUST WANT THAT TO BE ME!
What the heck? What happend?!
Now IM the bigger kid?
Boys dont want me,
I get into fights,
all these perks have gone and hid!
I wish I could turn back,
and tell myself about it.
I'd plead, I'd warn, give guidence, I'd shout it!
"Don't waste this time wishing for bigger things,
because beauty is not something time will bring.
Beauty is given when you prove yourself aware,
aware of the things inside you, that show you really care."
Advice I never choose to seek.
I wasted the years, now its made me meek.
I can yell, and be wild, but when it comes to love.
Im afraid, Im scared its always 'push comes to shove'.
Im letting go now, going to stand up and be strong.
Im taking this fear, and Im moving on.
Poetry by OHMAN! it ' s lisa
Read 676 times
Written on 2007-01-21 at 02:23
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