I am not that girl
standing on strong
tanned tight thighs
bandana on my head
toned arms raised -
reaching out a flower
to place in a
gun-barrel
and melt war, hatred,
pestilence and hunger
I am not that girl
and
yet, still somewhere
shimmering in some
alternate universe of
parallel possibility
I am
still
that
girl
Perfection.
ReplyDeleteAhhh De - Thank you - What a comment!
ReplyDeleteI have no words... perhaps thought to be an impossibility but true. Thank you again.
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