Tuesday, August 22, 2006

THIS BOY I LIKE

NOTE: This is either a poem or a song. I haven't decided which yet.


This boy I like
Likes all those girls -
Who write and sing and play guitar
And touch the keys
With him in mind
And gaze at him like he’s a star.

In their youth with long straight hair
They’re slim, petite and they appear
To be unthreatening and
Not like me at all although
I can sing and I can write -
I played guitar when I was young -
But I have thick and wavy hair -
And I am tall
And weigh much more than them.

Out of my youth by many years
And I suppose I come across
As threatening sometimes because
I have definite thoughts
That I say out loud instead of singing softly.

And I’m not
Like all those girls -
Who gaze at him with bedroom eyes
And write their songs with him in mind.
And make up lies they know he wants to hear about himself.

This boy I like
Likes all those waifs -
That seem to float as they pass by -
And he sees wings in place of arms
And pools of sunshine in their eyes.

They give him trinkets and I don’t
And pose for pictures which I won’t.
They dress in clothes he’d like to see
But doesn’t care to see on me.

This boy I like
Likes all those girls -
Who back away when he says, “No”
And kiss him when he writes their name
And hug him when he says, “Hello”.

This boy I like
Likes all those girls
You know the type
They’re here and now –
And I keep wishing that he’d see
The girl I am
Someday - somehow.

This boy I like
Likes all those girls -
In their youth with long straight hair
Petite and slim and not like me
So unthreatening they appear.

This boy I like
Likes all those girls -
Who gaze at him with bedroom eyes
And sing their songs so he can hear
And they make sure they tell him lies.

Oh no, they’re not like me at all
Out of my youth by many years -
I played guitar when I was young
And I have thick and wavy hair.
And I am tall and weigh much more
And I say things they’d never dare -
A girl who’s never at a loss
But threatening because she cares.

2 Comments:

At 11:46 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did you write this about me, Ms. Golden? A universal and inciteful expression of feelings
so many of us share. Hope you write again and again.

 
At 10:49 AM, Blogger GOLDEN THEATRICAL PRODUCTIONS, INC. said...

Probably.

 

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