I fly. Please don't fly.A Poem by Emily Dickinson Jr.You think you know what I've been through You think you have a chance with mine But I will tell you now Young child You need to sit up tall, so tall Before you can fly You think you know what I've been through I won't tell you now but here's the gist I'm not a virgin, never been kissed Never had a love, never a look in my eye Only ever had a reason to cry But that vulnerability is not I! You think you know what I've been through You think you've been a friend of mine But I will tell you now dear child You are not ready to fly I flew home to the garden I flew through the dirt And I will tell you now dear child That before you can fly You hurt I told you the gist The rest is my bussiness So before you wish to be like me Know I'm not here My heart's still queer And I'm still feeling the squeeze You think you want to know dear child? All the reasons I bleed? My first is my last So listen up class Or you'll never know What's wrong with me I didn't know what I'd been through There was no time to bleed I thought my pain Was as colorful as rain To me it was all the same So before you ask what we've been through Ask are you ready to fly Are you ready for the burden? To have someone else ask you why Are you ready for the garden? For the dirt and for stone Right now you think you sparkle Right now you think You’re not alone But when they ask that question It'll make you think now Have I loved? How much have I lost? Is flying, is lying Is laying, is waiting Really worth the cost You old clown You never had to frown So why do you ask these questions? As if you’re really a friend For once in your life dear child I beg you Don't pretend Because as soon as your flying You’re almost dying It's really hard to land Without your head in the dirt Without your head in the sand It's hard to learn that lesson And after, really hard to stand Please understand So zip-up all your questions Stay sitting if you can Because we only fly once And we fly on our own So unlike me, I wish you to be free And a long time not alone So stay sitting, stay spoiled, stay loud And very impressed Stay loved and encouraged And forget about the rest Young child not alone You’re happy, safe in your home So cherish the now and don't ask how I got to be full grown © 2015 Emily Dickinson Jr. |
StatsAuthorEmily Dickinson Jr.FLAboutIm just a highschool girl. Writing is my hobby and I think Im fairly good at it but I leave you to be the judge of that. :-) my best short stories are: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/poisinros.. more..Writing
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