from TheFeatheredSleep
she wasn’t like them, so they didn’t like her
to her face they smiled and said ‘nice things’
which she knew were lies
behind her back they laughed
and made dirty-lezzie jokes
because it made them uncomfortable
to think about what they thought she did
it made them feel a bit disgusted
like when you stand too close
…
she looked like them in superficial ways
wore at times, nicer dresses and had longer hair
the fact that she liked girls wasn’t in their
comfort zone
when it was summer time they had
BBQ’s and invited all the neighborhood kids
wondering if she would be safe around minors or
would do something inappropriate
when they started a mommy running club
she wasn’t invited because she was neither
a mommy or someone they wanted to
bare their secrets with
what would she understand of husbands?
maybe their husbands liked her
because…
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Beautiful share rob. Loved the image with the story. 🙂
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Amazing work and art-work.
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Thank you, Paula. It’s always good to know you stopped by to visit. 🙂
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Lovely choice to share, Rob. Hugs.
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Thanks Teagan. It’s a beautiful poem.
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