*he is still alive*
to dance around in fancy dresses
to kneel or bow, just like a girl
to act like all fairytale princesses
to hop and spin and sing and twirl
this image of being sweet and young
didn't match with the one in my head
i often better had bit my tongue
remembering things i said
"grab your swords, oh, my brave men"
i yelled, high on my imaginary horse
i fought my wars with laserbeams then
obsessed with power and force
while little ones were drinking tea
i had other things to enjoy
till then i didn't know those things about me
i didn't know i was a boy
i played football, had my ass kicked
i was officially part of the crew
but when love showed up, something just clicked
it was something i had to go through
i had physical crushes, emotional links
i though finaly love had hatched
but then i realised what everyone thinks
in tales, two princesses don't match
the package i am is very shallow
what you see is nothing but meat
cause inside of my is this little fellow
who wants to escape, yes indeed
though the society helped HER conquer my world
and SHE might have won the strife
no matter how much i look like a girl
this boy deep down is still alive
to kneel or bow, just like a girl
to act like all fairytale princesses
to hop and spin and sing and twirl
this image of being sweet and young
didn't match with the one in my head
i often better had bit my tongue
remembering things i said
"grab your swords, oh, my brave men"
i yelled, high on my imaginary horse
i fought my wars with laserbeams then
obsessed with power and force
while little ones were drinking tea
i had other things to enjoy
till then i didn't know those things about me
i didn't know i was a boy
i played football, had my ass kicked
i was officially part of the crew
but when love showed up, something just clicked
it was something i had to go through
i had physical crushes, emotional links
i though finaly love had hatched
but then i realised what everyone thinks
in tales, two princesses don't match
the package i am is very shallow
what you see is nothing but meat
cause inside of my is this little fellow
who wants to escape, yes indeed
though the society helped HER conquer my world
and SHE might have won the strife
no matter how much i look like a girl
this boy deep down is still alive
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wicked Soul: | Donderdag, september 16, 2004 22:03 |
| AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! Another masterpiece of you!!! :D SUPER! And hey, what's up with the judging stuff? Nobody has the right to judge you. ;) You're a wonderful girl. NO DOUBT! Warm embrace, -Lien.- |
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| The unreachable: | Maandag, september 13, 2004 20:45 |
| Of je nu springt, zingt, spint en twirlt of of je nu op een ingebeeld paard zit vechtend met laserbeams..(heerlijk verzonnen by the way) It doesn't matter to me, because beyond all that..you're a wonderfull person! :-) Great poem.. | |
| Dead Angel: | Vrijdag, september 10, 2004 20:07 |
| eey schattie!!.. keimooi geschreve!! XxX | |
| stairway 2 heaven: | Vrijdag, september 10, 2004 16:54 |
| mooi geschreven lieve leila, het is toch goed dat je wel liefde gevonden hebt en niemand veroordeelt u...ik toch al zeker ni :) xxx |
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| DarkBlaCkRose: | Vrijdag, september 10, 2004 16:13 |
| wow, echt mooi! zo goed beschreven ook! * stilte * Liefs, XXX |
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| Auteur: strawberryswirl | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: artemis | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 september 2004 | ||
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