BowA Poem by Monday Parker
Why it is no one affects me Like him I keep my cool in the most hostile Uncomfortable positions My professionalism glimmering with Wholeness Then here he comes With one or two words Throw my emotions into over drive Raw I swipe Claws out My immaturity all over my face Then moments later After my powerful outburst The pink replaces the redness of my cheeks Regret creeps in Emotional over flow No one draws this from me I don’t know how to learn to control it. This feeling is becoming comfortable Each time I think of him Trembling flutters of embarrassment Spinning in an oblong circles from My stomach to my chest They partner with visions Memories films Playing on repeat in my head I think the only logical thing to do here is Retreat To take those long leaps back To where he won’t affect me I should take a bow gracefully, quietly Friendly and step back.
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