Wall Flower

Ahhh the south

I'm just a poor girl raised in the deep south

My daddy taught me s**t cause he wasn't around

And my mommy taught me to watch my mouth

Cause the neighbors like the way their voices sound

We sat in church and my momma praised

I wondered why the preacher took money out the offering plate

While everyone was singing "my God is a good God"

And called out His glorious name

I was taught in school I had to be thin

I was taught to be what every man wanted

Cause a husband was what I needed

More than anything

That a man don't want no wild girl 

They liked them primed and pressed 

They liked bows in our hair and for us to wear dresses

But I never had many of those

And I always had scrapes on my knees

From playing and climbing trees

Women like to talk about everyone but themselves

Cause they have too many secrets to keep

They have to hide the things they know

And whisper the things they think 

Down here we're like ornaments

Never meant to be heard, only to be seen

But I've always been too loud 

For a wallflower

 

Reviews

[flippyblue]

This is beautiful. The dialect you use throughout the poem really gives it life. There are a few errors, but I had to read over it to really catch them:
"Cause the neighbors like the way their voice's sound" - I believe 'voice's' should be changed to 'voices' without the apostrophe.
And there's a small typo within "Never ment to be heard, only to be seen" - by 'ment,' I think you mean to say 'meant.'
And that's it, really. This is lovely, and I'm adding it to my favorites!

[Callista-Jade]

Wow I really enjoyed reading that. The ending was just perfect. *applause* Good job, Megan.