Writer's Block: Poetry Break
Jan. 10th, 2012 12:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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"My Beauty" written by me in 11th grade
I walk the sidewalk of life and I see
a beauty so wonderful, it's hard to believe.
She walks as if she is poetry in motion,
but what her face looks like, I haven't a notion.
For she walks in front of me, looking straight ahead,
but believe me, her figure could raise the dead.
Her shape is hourglass - that is, from the back
And her hair is colored a deep, dark black
Oh, wait! She turns! I'm at her command.
My God, what have I done? My beauty is a man.
"My Beauty" written by me in 11th grade
I walk the sidewalk of life and I see
a beauty so wonderful, it's hard to believe.
She walks as if she is poetry in motion,
but what her face looks like, I haven't a notion.
For she walks in front of me, looking straight ahead,
but believe me, her figure could raise the dead.
Her shape is hourglass - that is, from the back
And her hair is colored a deep, dark black
Oh, wait! She turns! I'm at her command.
My God, what have I done? My beauty is a man.
