Pedi-ness
The awkward tomboy within me
hides in the balls of my feet.
Itching, rising up my leg
begging for a scratch.
"Oh, say something, please,
don't be so polite!"
It's because I am once
again trampled by a
little girl with
petty, perfect, pink
nails, and I had forgotten
to "pedi" at all.
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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In my dreams I am the fictional version of myself. The one I seek to be in my short-stories and prose. The one who gets her point across...
Poets United Contributor
I really love when you do poems about girls and how there are two sides to every one. Love it.
ReplyDelete<3 I can't help but write about myself. haha.
ReplyDeleteAh yes... I vacillate between periods of extreme girliness and passages of total practicality. I'll have perfectly painted toes for months, then eschew all color because yoga and pilates just chip it up anyway. The mood shows on the toes!
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I love how you covered the topic and never mentioned it. This was an excellent read.
ReplyDeleteHenry Clemmons (Walk Away)
That's what I'm good for, Kid. hahaha.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kim!
I like how you summed up this mood~ Well Done
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