A Sonnet for the Boys and GirlsA Poem by EmmyThere's a poetry to Polly Pockets, mindless to the pain we were pretending, but those tiny dolls were pretty prophets. They knew to be a girl is no blessing. You told me of the cards you collected, the same ones that my brothers surely played in basements laden with boys unrested. Worlds away were we, from those night crusades. Years later with little learned, we are left to try, to love, to suffer the other. We both live this life till our final rest, only then will we truly discover. These games we play are just part of the war, We can only be warriors and w****s. © 2020 EmmyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorEmmyNew York, NYAboutI'm 19. My poems aren't very long. I write sporadically. Also I often leave reviews when I'm drunk, my apologies for any spelling/grammar errors. more..Writing
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