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Peek Peek MAG

November 10, 2009
By Elphaba56 BRONZE, Eugene, Oregon
Elphaba56 BRONZE, Eugene, Oregon
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The moment I knew
I existed
was in time to
at School.

I am four
and a half
at a moment too brass to describe
how I am
at the present rule.

My hair was not brown
oh no no.
It was still golden, like a striving sun.

My dress is white, with greenish leaves.
Tacky leaves,
sunken leaves,
oval in the California sun.

I see children walking by,
playing by,
running by,
and I realize that I am not them.

I hide behind my mother's dress
(back when she wore dresses)
and realize,
these are
MY fingers.
This is MY strength.
My choice to hide, white fabric
(like mine)
in my clutches.

That was when the sun
ran away,
called the rain
to embrace me all the same
and cause my
to darken.

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on Nov. 26 2009 at 7:26 pm
Elphaba56 BRONZE, Eugene, Oregon
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Thank you! I'm really hoping to become published in a paper issue soon/

on Nov. 26 2009 at 8:14 am
CharmingChar PLATINUM, Bronxville, New York
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Favorite Quote:
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost

I love your poem, it's really alive and it comes to life. Great job