no one is born a child anymore
you see your peers being adults already
you wonder when, even then, how they found that door
that took them from childhood to grown & sexy
the girls wanna paint makeup on their face, show their ass, and stay out late
you wanna dream of genies and find angels to paint
they mock you, your mind needs to do some catching up, just wait
one day, you sit inside, all alone
when a bright light twinkles thru your home
your eyes water with confusion
yet, you follow this intrusion
a little girl stumbles out the back door
to find a light above her adorn
her in gold warmth and cheer
when a small little woman came near
and settled on her shoulder, right there
Fantasy is not true
but what do you know of who
can see the real in life, who dictates these rules
about what's real, what's impossible, what's in you
boxes created, multiplied and intake us all
into confinements that define us
defines our world, defines it all
the little girl does not wish to prove
that reality is not the narration told
she holds the little woman in her grove
of awe, curiosity, and to behold
the little girl asked the fairy
if they could be friends
and the fairy smiled and told the girl to be very
ready to leave behind this world in her lens
the girl said sure
the fairy said follow me then
YOU ARE READING
urban fairytales
Poetryit's easier to believe magic doesn't exist so we don't feel guilty for being too stupid to see it (c) daisyology / kandutchie This poem book is completed.
