PAD Challenge Day 29: The Last Good Girl

PAD Challenge Day 29: Write a The Last "Blank" poem.

The Last Good Girl

I used to feel like the
last girl good standing
until I met other
good sisters like me.
You know the ones that had
mothers and grandmothers
that clothed us in sophistication;
Ordered us to not just sit pretty
but to revolve like the
Earth around the sun;
Implanted knowledge in our
gray matter for better
yellow days ahead;
Marked our foreheads
with holy oil to keep
the lurking demons away
so they couldn't steal what has
been stolen in their youth;
Gifted us Precious Moments
to remind us our precious
and young we truly were;
Passed down wisdom
like soul food recipes and
great-great-great grandmother's
Princess rings and brooches;
Outlined their flaws like laws
for us to memorize and fear to commit;
Told us if a man couldn't see
us during the day,
he wasn't worth seeing late at night;
Showed us their bucket of tears
after ungodly days and nights;
Demonstrated how to
crumble and toss our fears
like napkins,
after all we could eat and bite--
even if the plate or 
the seat at the table 
appeared full of life;
Let us see them bend
like acrobats then
spark like wildfires...
In the same damned world,
gathered in the name of
Matthews 7:12 and
Galatians 6:9 through 10,
still demanding
and suggesting
what little girls
and women
should be more
or less like.

D'ElegantOne

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

PAD Challenge Day 27: 🎂 Cake 🎂 and Eat It Too

Image
PAD Challenge Day 27: Write an an anapodoton poem. Cake and Eat It Too  Life is not always berry sweet full of confetti, rainbows  and butteflies in our circle of life. It can sprinkle unfortunate surprises. We can receive lemons after lemons  in a dark black forest of medley roses, even when our hearts are red velvet. Anywhere there's an Angel, a Devil will try to cake up; Get rich off your Godly confections. Kind of ice cold to say, Vanilla and Chocolate  will never always have a fair  share of what rises and pans out. The entanglement of the swirl  is just as incompatible and conflicting. No matter the number of layers, some will be handed corners, others more centers of it all. No matter how small, medium or large; Short or tall; Buttercream is not always  creme de la creme to us all. But we must keep a glaze  on God's miracle whips. Keep whisking the  ingredients of prayer  and supplication to bake  our special purposes on Earth. D'ElegantOne 
Read more

PAD Challenge Day 30: Don't Be Surprised

Image
PAD Challenge Day 30: Write a surprise poem. Don't Be Surprised  If the sun's full round face becomes a square  in between patches of scattered clouds.  If the moon no longer opens the night and  the stars no longer dance around your head. If the birds don't hold a tune  and the caterpillars never cocoon.  If the ocean doesn't wave and  the trees don't stare back at you. If the ones that loved you today,  hate you tomorrow. If the favorite voice you once heard goes weak and can no longer speak. If the lips you once french kissed,  harvest a new passionate tongue of deceit. If the arms that knit your heart close,  cut your heartbeat thread loose. If the one that was quick with a vital  hello is the first to ghost you with no excuse. If the one that painted a rainbow on your face,  widely draws in the color blue to make you cry too. If family becomes strangers and  friends more like family. If friends become lovers. If you wake up alone, remember  time is of the essen
Read more

PAD Challenge Day 22: What I 💜 About My Sister-Friends

Image
PAD Challenge Day 22: Write a "What (blank)" poem. What I Love About My Sister-Friends  I have three older than me. One is 49.  She could be President  but she's an Oprah and  First Lady Michelle to me. One is 47.  She is the carribean carnival of life. Teaches me to never think twice. One is almost 43.  She can set a flame of excellence throughout an entire community. Then there are three; the same age as me. One is an Aries too. Adventurous, independent and empathic like me. Two is cool water, loyal and assertive.  Three is Vogue and creates things you've never thought you would see. Four of us together,  we're like the Louisiana's holy trinity. But what I really love about my sister friends is their unconditional love, and transparency. We even have the same positive energy. We can show our wounds, share our woes,  cry, laugh, defend  and be our authentic selves without feeling like frenemies. D'ElegantOne 
Read more