Gwen
Come now, they said.
It’ll be fun, they said.
Just do, they said.
I can’t do it, I said.
Yes you can, they said.
Fingers pinch onto shoulder blades.
Like leaches sucking the blood.
Purple and red streaks down my back.
Touching my dress
and filling my hair.
Stop it now, women in white said.
Shaking heads and turning away.
Stacey stayed with me all day.
Lovely thing she is, Stacey.
Lovely as a rose, I said.
Swatting my hands away,
Bring in the jacket, they say.
I try to run I try to scream
But the ladies in white pull me back and
won’t let me play with the kite flying.
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Kite Flying (Based on a Dance Moms dance)
PoetryJust something fun I did based on the dance "I Can See the Kite Flying" from an episode of Dance Moms. Check the "Cast List" to see who is who.
