Her Heels Are Way Too High

September 13, 2009
By MeganAnne PLATINUM, Niskayuna, New York
MeganAnne PLATINUM, Niskayuna, New York
24 articles 0 photos 157 comments

Favorite Quote:
All my life I've looked at words as if I were seeing them for the first time. ~Ernest Hemingway


There’s a girl standing one a lonely corner.

This is her eighteenth year and night living on the border.

She’s got her hair all mussed and wildly creased.

She’s got her eyes looking like they’ve been doused in shiny black grease.

She’s got her cheeks and lips looking like they’re bleeding.

Her outfit screams that she can satiate whatever you’re needing.

And her heels are way too high.

She’s got herself looking like she can truly satisfy.

She’s glowing in the neon lettering of the bar sign over her head.

And she’s begging to be somewhere else instead.

But she needs to be there.

She’s got three children infected with HIV: AIDS that need prime care.
And we can’t forget about her.

The three toddlers wouldn’t have it without her.

She’s had too many bumps and bruises in her path.

She’s just barely managing not to collapse.

It all started with her stepfather.

The one who considered her a constant bother.

So whenever she disappointed him,

He would beat her till her breathing grew thin.

She finally escaped when she was fifteen.

Leaving behind a roof that sheltered the creation of the horrifying memories.

Now the virus is about to take hold,

And she knows because her body
temperature is way too cold.
She’s not dying, not that second.

But she knows it; it’s echoing in her perspective.

Everyday for her is hell.

And she’s living under a depressed spell.
Everything to her is pain.

Everything to her is misery.

She has nothing else to gain.

Except that precious eternal dark she seeks.

She’s lost in the confines of inner turmoil.

Wanting nothing more than to sink into the heavy soil.

She has nothing.

Except for that man in the car, looking for something.

She has no one.

Her living life is done.

Now she’s just going along with the men that pull up alongside the sidewalk.

Wanting more than just a talk.

She struts over with a smile on her face,

But is internally searching, scouring, hunting for that escape,

That just doesn’t exist.

But she can’t help but wish it did.



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on Jan. 25 2010 at 1:41 pm
LoveLikeWoe DIAMOND, LeSueur, MN, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
Whoever laughs first has the sickest mind.

I loved this. like aurora said. You are worthy of shakespeare. And voldemort, you are wrong. Very, very wrong.

on Jan. 13 2010 at 4:35 pm
MeganAnne PLATINUM, Niskayuna, New York
24 articles 0 photos 157 comments

Favorite Quote:
All my life I've looked at words as if I were seeing them for the first time. ~Ernest Hemingway

Wow. Thank you. You just totally made my entire life. I mean that. I'm also kind of in shock right now.

Aurora said...
on Jan. 13 2010 at 7:16 am
YOU my friend are a fantastic writer at heart. you made a story into poem form and that is just awesome. You are worthy of Shakespeare! :)

on Jan. 1 2010 at 9:54 am
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz BRONZE, Riverside, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly."

I for one, think this was great. The author has talent, and has obviously worked for it.

StarsMoon said...
on Nov. 26 2009 at 8:54 pm
StarsMoon, Lehi, Utah
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(goodtimesmeg&molly was "spot on") (:

StarsMoon said...
on Nov. 26 2009 at 8:53 pm
StarsMoon, Lehi, Utah
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shes got it spot on! thats another thing i like about ur poems, they give perspective. they tell a story about someone in real life. dont get me wrong, i love my fantasy fiction! but i love reading stories about people that are lost, but keep on searching. about people who just want to give up on life, and yet, keep on living.

thnx for the story :) it was awesome! :)

voldemort said...
on Nov. 12 2009 at 4:59 pm
I don't like poetry much, so I probly shouldn't talk.Bu ti know a good work when I see it, and this? Not there yet. The rhythm isn't clear, the story isnt very clear. So pls dont start giving us advice on how to write

on Oct. 12 2009 at 9:10 am
love this too! i remeber when you emailed it to me the first time. It really shows you the girls point of view, and you can't help but feel sorry for her. this is really good!

on Oct. 8 2009 at 3:15 pm
MeganAnne PLATINUM, Niskayuna, New York
24 articles 0 photos 157 comments

Favorite Quote:
All my life I've looked at words as if I were seeing them for the first time. ~Ernest Hemingway

Thank you! If you think my level of writing is that good, all I can say is that I achieved this through practice. Meaning that I wrote everyday. Poems, short stories, random conversations between strangers, anything. Just keep writing and you can get there. Also rememeber that another person's trash is another person's treasure. What things you write may be bad to you, but amazing to others!

Alycat17 said...
on Oct. 8 2009 at 11:39 am
Wow. this is pretti good. i suck at poetry so when i read a good one i really appreciate it.

on Sep. 24 2009 at 3:37 pm
MeganAnne PLATINUM, Niskayuna, New York
24 articles 0 photos 157 comments

Favorite Quote:
All my life I've looked at words as if I were seeing them for the first time. ~Ernest Hemingway

Hi everyone. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem.

Please leave a comment telling me what you think. Critism is welcome; I only want to get better.

Thank you!


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