![]() April 16, 2012A Poem by Molly CaraI have been known to seek disaster Lanky long-armed disaster My searchlight’s always on At midnight Or otherwise And when like a vulture I scavenge for disaster I wield a pretense like a scimitar (It’s a woman’s weapon of choice A scimitar Because it’s curved in her likeness) You were fun but truth Be told I have more fun Dancing at midnight in a black bra Snagged in secret from my mother’s dresser
And baby I know you’d have been strong for me But just the same I’d rather have people to be strong for I’m a woman of my word it’s just my words Tend to change And to me you’re just a passing flame But to yourself you must be Wildfire © 2012 Molly Cara |
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