A POEM BY BEN PARKER - 17/5/17

 

she wears the nose ring

like a suit of armour

her bitch face as a flag

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she wears her hair up

in a messy bun

this look has no price tag

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her mind lacks transparency

she cant see what her allies

are a witness too

confidence is a marathon

and she thinks she lacks the fitness

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but the power in her gaze

goes beyond weights and strength

the exten to her beauty

has an existential length

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a length like a wave

im tapping into her frequency

an independent character

with composure and consistency

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reasons for existence

reasons for persistence

an angel or medusa

its hard to muster resistance

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with a figure

like a recurrence

her aura is endless

that could turn the most

level headed

to broken broke and friendless

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safe to say

that im falling

feel like im walking 

after too long crawling

let these roots continue sprawling

through the Earth as our fruit grows

dont shy away from the light

as we find where this route goes

lets keep these wheels rolling

whilst my heart stays froze

as you provoke every impulse

from my forehead to my toes