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Wilting
Awhile ago Max brought up a "flower in a blossoming meadow" metaphor and this poem was somewhat inspired by it.
Delicate petals blooming gracefully in a scattered world of uncertainty; She sways in the wind and firmly holds her ground. Ambition, hope, pride and dreams, her world is merely a fairytale of opportunity... And they tell her that she's beautiful - she smiles and courteously accepts the words as though they are sugar-coated poison. And they tell her that it's a mans world - and she lays her head down and weeps. And they assure her, "it's ok, you'll get married some day," and her rose-colored petals wilt and are consumed by the towering weeds. Falling in a fragile word, poisoned, raped, stepped on and left to die... she remembers days of hope and life. |
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This isn't bad, a couple rough spots.
1.right off the bat i get a 'drama' sort of vibe. 2. word like "uncertainty" "die" "raped" "poisoned" "weep" downplay the value of meaning behind the poem. 3. Quote:
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good job Shadi |
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