rewind, play.

rewind, play.

A Poem by elle

it is the wounds from our fathers
that young girls go to find in lovers
only to repeat the vicious cycles
of heartbreak and reoccurring pain

rewind. play. rewind. play.

So Paws, hug your baby girls
Tell them how beautiful they truly are
Shower them with gifts and love
So they don't seek to fill those voids in the hands of cold-hearted little boys posing as men.

like rewind play. rewind. play.


© 2019 elle


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this is my kind of poem.. bravo and I sincerely hope many others will follow me in acknowledging your penmanship ..... oops, hope that aint too sexist :)

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elle

Seeking Nirvana, NC



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“I am my best work - a series of road maps, reports, recipes, doodles, and prayers from the front lines” -Audre Lorde Mom. Awkward. Sarcastic. Emotional. And I blame things on my Pisce.. more..

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