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This Poem is talking about the new millennium and what is to come.
This poem "Time" is about growing up, life and choices you need to make as you grow.
I wrote this poem while sitting and flipping through a fashion magazine. I became disgusted and angered at the portrayal of women as objects, and at the fact that our society no longer considers a woman beautiful if she is not a size 6. I became angry for the taunting I had received as a child, and at the taunting my friends had received that drove them to eating disorders to feel popular and loved. I may be larger than a fashion model, but I still think I am attractive. And I see many other large women every day who are beautiful, because of their smile or charm. And I think it is time for society to tell these women that they are beautiful and worthy, and that they should not hide because they carry extra weight.
Can a person really have the best of both worlds? I don't really know.
I never really knew myself until I stared at the mirror and looked past the collection of parts that I called me.
I know a seventeen year old girl who discovered she was pregnant nearly a month ago, and after discussing it with her, to my surprise, I find that I am pregnant, too - as are you.
This is a quickie that came to me while I was in a fit of depression and anxiety. Writing it gave me immediate respite from the difficult time I was in.
I wrote it in the back of my Kiteredge Shakespeare's Hamlet. Spontaneously, and in rhyming iambic pentameter (I think)., back when I had a brain. That iambic pentameter is infectious!
The streets were the streets of Cambridge, MA. The madness was the torment of an unrequited love.
*That's con-fus-ed (three syllables), ya'll :)
I wrote it in the back of my Kiteredge Shakespeare's Hamlet. Spontaneously, and in rhyming iambic pentameter (I think)., back when I had a brain. That iambic pentameter is infectious!
The streets were the streets of Cambridge, MA. The madness was the torment of an unrequited love.
*That's con-fus-ed (three syllables), ya'll :)
This poem is about the many meanings of expressions - the good the bad and the scary.
It's a poem about how in life we make choices. Some are good, some are bad, but when you make the right one you're one step closer to being complete.
