Beauty Queen

Bump-in, it ain’t pretty
For a dollar fifty
I’d get wasted with ya
So your feeling nada
You be doin tracks
While I’m on my back
Skipping stones to George Jones
Homecoming Queen in a magazine
She is empty, made of plasticine
Alone, ain’t got no home
Giving what is mine
For only a dime
Redemption is a whore
Red lipstick nothin more
She used to be someone’s little girl
Her paper dolls in a grownup world
Preaching wisdom, bible thumper
Empty vessel you can’t save her
Telling lies with those eyes
Feeling fine, dead inside
Just a little fix
Scoring one more hit
Rainbows and lullabies
Paint over concrete skies
Floating high, far away from her life
Beauty Queen, living a dream, can’t fly

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If a picture tells a story

If a picture tells a story
My face is a magazine
A wonder of love and beauty
I wonder why you judge me

Like a mirror you claim to see me
A reflection of my parts
Rivers troubled run quite deeply
Revealing what you cannot see

Beneath the shallow lies the heart
False the truth from surface skims
Skin deep my painted lips betray
Unearthed treasure, piece of art

Do you see me for who I am
A girl with so much to give
Waxen glory of lipstick rouge
I am my mother’s child be damned

Give me ordinary will you
I ask naught for any less
Strength breathes in conviction screaming
Granted less and seeking truth

If my portrait tells a story
A journey to a new world
Where inside is outside granted
A chance to be more than weary

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Unremarkably Deemed

Imagine were I to wear
What is inside outside
The colour of my happy
Shining bright like a light

Bluest blue paints my sorrow
Red crimson marks your death
Barren lies my beatless heart
Angry scars, badges fresh

Wilful flowers, planted seeds
Lending air might I breathe
Waxen beauty sprigs of hope
Unremarkably deemed

My secrets like scarlet worn
Pulsing thunder rages
False lovers forever scorned
Yellow, tattered pages

Inside outside upside down
Shattered ego be sworn
Rainbows from blessings untold
Story, author unknown

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Why is Ordinary

Why is ordinary
Unextraordinary?
Making nothing out of
nothing, yet what matters
There are no rules
Still I demand you see
Taking what I believe
To the street like a salve
Making me more than what I
am to my parents and
To those beyond my reach
I am but a picture
of a girl who is in need
Nothing special you see
Someone maybe perhaps
Who matters more than me
Little girl in your world
Do what you need to do
Make me a choice, someone
Who needs more than a voice
Someone who stands tall and
delivers more than she
Will ever and could be
Listen will you please, hear
me. Every word promised
guised in disbelief like
diamonds raw, uncut and
wanting release – I’m free
Let me be, free. Savior
let me be who I need

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