August 1, 2012
By Tiwaz SILVER, Jackson, Missouri
Tiwaz SILVER, Jackson, Missouri
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Thick-rimmed glasses, and no one will suspect a thing.

Plaid shirt, men’s medium, unnecessary to hide my flat chest, but it covers my hips.

Handful of hair gel hastily applied.

Wallet in my back pocket.

Blown-out tennis shoes.

I crawl forth from the egg with shoulders hunched, wary of the world, smiling when the senile shopkeeper says “Sir”.

One day, two days,

A week at the most, and the wheel turns.

I relinquish these cumbersome flannel gills.

Something that hugs the thigh will do.

Shiny black shoes, like walking on an oil slick.

Spaghetti strapped-skin, pale and phosphorescent.

Mascara, moonlight, I’m ready to go.

I leap from the river, and dread the day the frog sheds her legs once more.

The author's comments:
Just a bit of rambling about looking like a boy versus a girl.

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on Aug. 9 2012 at 2:24 am
Pika_Princess, Escondido, California
0 articles 0 photos 118 comments interesting topic to write a poem about, but I really liked it! Your imagery and descripitions were very well-done. Nothing really stuck out as being wrong, but one thing that I couldn't get was the frog metaphor (last line). Mind explaining that?

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