I thought I knew that woman
We had coffee and talked for hours
I felt I really got to know her
The next time I met her
At the park down the street-
I saw her helping a child
I stared at her in disbelief because
Unlike last time
She had piercings and tattoos everywhere
She was dressed so scantily
I thought I knew that woman
If this angered you, try reading it again going through each line from the bottom up ;)
A poem dedicated to growing beyond stereotypes
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
