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“Pretty Ribbons, Pretty Bows”
By Tricia Anklam
Pretty ribbons, pretty bows
My life will be greatYeah, um, no
I was told I couldn’t do it anymore.
"But you can't do that"
they say,
"Give up"
is an answer.
Excellence
is too much.
Nothing
can be done and
Everything in time
will fail.
Nobody
is perfect.
Love
Enters
Reality
Someday.
Previously, it was me before you.
It’s now lost time.
Seeing you hurts.
It is necessity.
What is “it?”
S C A R F
R E V E R
S I B L E
I did not intendit this way
a foundation u n f i x e d
Hate
Creates love
Forever changing and lasting impressions
Combines hate with love
Neither are masterpieces
Both are tainted
Both beautiful
But
Beautiful both
Tainted are both
It's hard to
Believe in yourself
Knowing your voice
And to let it shine through
Care about what they say
And you say don't
Listen to your heart
Stop please
Know your worth
Face, dark, with faded rays
Against statue, seeing pure,
Graceful being, left astray.
Went, he thought, though unsure.
Unsure, though thought he went
Astray left being graceful.
Strange, isn't it?
when life proves wisdom
and exchange of wit
the strife in being dumb
calls us, so young. The
toils come over.
Hardships sung. We,
as youth, gave labor.
