Open Book, by Felicia
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So she stands there in front of the world
Like a open book to be peered at
To be discussed, to be criticized
To me marked on to be prodded at
And her response is nothing but a blank stare
Cold and reserved like a stone by the road
Picked and thrown, kicked and trampled
Like a marionette on its puppet strings
Made to dance, laugh, and entertain
And this, the story of her life
Is like a open book, Shown to the world
Felicia Mac |
| Posted: 2009-03-31 04:38:18 UTC |
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| 2009-04-01 03:58:03 | Tyler Cedric Golden |
| thx very much for your previous comment and this poem and your writings in general are all very good because it takes you time and motivation to write for you causing as an end result a great poem! this one for example..Tyler |
| 2009-04-07 16:26:20 | Tyler Cedric Golden |
| it is fine the previous comment you left for I have added more to it...do not forget though there are many other of my poems to read!.....Tyler |
| 2009-04-08 02:48:34 | Tyler Cedric Golden |
| lol its no problem at all....take your time...and editing is a part of ones work....Tyler |