Messing with imperfection

Little girls where not
born with the knowldge
of how to hate themselves.
So-
we decided to teach them how.

Sanding away their indivuality and
coloring over their inocents,
with dolls and play makeup-
instructing them to paint over their,
prepubestant eyes.
So that with any luck,
we would not have to see the person inside.


"This is what a girl should be"


Apionting Barbie to the possition of God,
our false idol of perfection.
Looking upon them
with the blasfamy of judgment in our eyes
We have tought little girls who crave to be women,
that it is all legs, and and hips,
and cat call,
with double digit weights.

Once they have grown past the point of our control,
they wonder where the self hate comes from.
If they really are strong young women,
or are those teachers who tell them are just patronizing.

Who is to blame?

We have found a way to,
rape the freeodm out of summer dresses.
Produced groups of men who can
and steal womens bousses with knife sharp looks.

Taught our boys to
persocute the first of them
that shows emomtion.

Earased all sighnes of humanity ,
with the same wipe we use,
to remove tears.

"Boys don't cry"

Once their hearts are finally void of emotion.
We send our only sons to fight
for causes they know little of.
While simultainiously ending their funerals,
with a salute from the same things that killed them.

And I ask you,
Who is to blame?

Hopscotch and Gummy worms

I am the case of 64 crayola,
that is always a few hues,
too short.

I am B-I-N-G-O,
put your right arm in,
and you left arm out.

I am the thrilling tranquility,
in the first snow fall,
after a warm December.
Proof of God found in
Green eyes and pink tennis shoes.

I am Ms.Mary Mac running away with little Boy Blue,
over the moon to Candyland.
The strength that never fails at,
carrying you to the top of the slip,
one more time.

I am the voice with in
that forever proclains,
"LET'S PLAY"

Visions of Mia

You sit on a wall,
the only symbol of my vanity,
looking back at me with
disdain.
That most unforgiving Gods.
always mocking my weakness
and presenting my flaw.

I've shed unneeded girth
and purging edible ugliness,
that I have put inside.
Pulled by a tide almost stronger
than faith.
Yet you are still Disgusted.

Hair,
never strong enough.
Ribs,
Not quite sharp enough.
Although my abdomen is forever
contracting.
Fighting to the perfect matel hour glass.

Like my little sisters barbie God.
Translated to human form,
7 feet tall,
39 inch bust,
DD cup
18 inch waist,
33 inch hips.
On 5 foot long legs as stits
balanced on size 4 feet.

I fall short,
while collecting repetion of the reminder,
"Perfection is as sculpture,
it only exists when
there is nothing left to take away"

I will carve until,
"The angel appears"

So again
I come with my measure and scale
craving for an
"I Love You."

green hugs + quarters and salt water= Music

I found music
in the melody of my mothers heart.
And the symphony or my fathers embrace.

In the April of our summer
carried in on singing salt water rifts
of the sea shore.

Music found me
In the crevices of treatment
as I lay worped
and out of tune.

The silky tones of clairty
found me on the 7th day
of offe key breaths
and Alto denial.

I found music,
in the humming of ther
EZ-clean laundry-mat
and the applause of
the quarters in my pocket
on the way.

Music found me,
in the sour apple green
of your eyes
and the honey of your voice
brought sanatas to my mind.

Calling a rose by another name

If I told you I Love You,
would you believe me?

If I used nothing more than,
three simple words,
would it mean anything to you?

What if I where to say,
I know I love you because,
You bring April into my summer.

That the hum of your voice
could gently wake me,
rom any sleep.

That you are,
the muse that fuels myevery action.

If I told you a thousand times a day,
i love you
i love you
i love you
would you accept it as true?

If I where to whisper it in your ear,
through a light sarinade
as you lay sleepily on my chest
with lazy eyes,
and heavy breath,
Falling solftly into a dream,
would you know then?

That I love you.
And could youLove me.