April 24, 2013

As She Sits...
She sits there idly by; the girl with her legs crossed.
Crossed from the pain of men being so disrespectful,
crossed from their insulting words they throw at
her...crossed from the lies she's been told, from her heart
that's been broken over and over...and over again. So she
sits there with her legs crossed, scared, beaten and weary.
She sits there with her legs crossed, she can't be
approached, can't be looked at or viewed upon as
pretty...because she doesn't believe anymore. Doesn't
believe the sun in the sky that rises every morning is for
her, that the world shines for her to smile. Because she
doesn't believe, for she needed a father, a best friend, a
friend at all or even a hug, kiss of love or affection to
cover her aging suffering. Her legs are crossed, she no
longer comprehends or depends on a man or hope, shes aside
from the rest because she sits with her legs....crossed.