April 18, 2011
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This black nail polish
coats split, rigid thumbnails
that plead for mercy

A comb whimpers while
his fingers interweave with
her flexuous locks

And doors slam before
blaring music resonates
across the floorboards

Forget about your
feelings, and dazzle those friends
of yours with a joint

How did we get here
when just months ago
we knew compliance?

We’re just some young teens
who don’t know that rebellion
could mean real danger

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hounddog said...
May 17, 2011 at 2:24 pm
flexuous= good word
halls said...
May 16, 2011 at 6:26 pm
this poem is AMAZING
Sara I. replied...
May 16, 2011 at 7:08 pm
Thank you !!
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