SwingsA Poem by BlueEyesDidn't they tell you you're not supposed
to play on the swings anymore? That lifting your
legs high to the sky gives men the
opportunity to look under your skirt? You're too old,
Darling You have breasts You have a sex and you have to hide
it So get off that swing before you give a guy
ideas (you might just
regret it) A young girl--you
loved that feeling when the chain lost
the tension snapping back at the
peak that ecstasy and
freedom sometimes you were
afraid it was going to break and you'd fall but that swing caught
you anyway When you found that
feeling again with your own fingers they called it dirty Filthy little s**t
(but you know they do it too) "that's what they'll call you Your first boyfriend
only had you on your back (and he finished far
too quickly) He wouldn't let you
fly and you couldn't go
on the swings He left you after two
weeks it was your fault,
they said you weren't putting
out enough F**k it all and just
go to the park Ride the swing Ride the wind Ride your new
boyfriend (make sure he'll give
you a push) and feel that chain
snap once more You're not going to
fall, Darling © 2013 BlueEyes |
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Added on January 28, 2013 Last Updated on January 28, 2013 AuthorBlueEyesSanta Barbara, CAAboutI've been telling stories since I was a little girl (mostly to myself and my imaginary friends), and I guess around the end of elementary school, I finally began writing some of these stories. So that.. more..Writing
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