Mixed Messages

Looking in his eyes it's easy
to see the love he hides
for her. The subtle looks he
gives with the sly smile. Saying

so much she believes it means.
Her mind races after those
thoughts of all it could be. Him
looking at her wanting to say

how he loves her and the future
plays out all in her mind. Then
she looks again to realize
all he was saying was hello.

Good Girl

Oh dear, oh my what is to
be said or thought of this? This
cannot do, nor could it be. How
could such a thing happen to her?

The beautiful bride waiting at the
alter holding on to a smile only
angles could have. A peace that
she gives never showing a sign of

trouble nor sadness. Here the day
comes where all the disney princess’s
would be put to shame. She makes
her way down the isle with a tear slowing coming down her cheek.

Oh to be Free

Casting away things that were
seen as the way to be. Hair be placed
this way, no can't put those
colors together. All a look that

is meant to be, have to please,
look tells a story of who you are
but more of the daughter they
raised you to be. A name

holds you to an identity other
than your own. A name they've
worked hard to have, they
raised me in their world of

what life should and is to be.
The right hair for the properness
of the days, hair straight and brushed.
But little do they know the harsh

glasses are my own with
bracelets of color or lockets holding
a promise or the clutch purse to
hold onto with all of me inside.