The Power In My Hips
I grin and nod in agreement
while expletives
form a soul train line in my head
I wasn't in the mood for arm wrestling
besides I don't want you to know
how strong I am
that will just make you puff up
like a frightened lynx
it's much easier to acquiesce
and let white flags
dangle from my earrings
as I plan my next move
to overthrow the king
and rule
the
world
Cynthia Mitchell a.k.a. Original Cyn ©
Chaos128 commented on The Power In My Hips
12-01-2009
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10-29-2009
whmmessenger commented on The Power In My Hips
08-23-2009
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Chasing Now | 2 | 01/06/2010 |
| The Power In My Hips | 3 | 08/21/2009 |
| incomplete | 6 | 08/11/2009 |
| Almost | 2 | 06/26/2009 |
| Hide No Seek | 1 | 06/19/2009 |
| Signs Of Depression | 3 | 05/26/2009 |
| The unLearning | 4 | 05/26/2009 |
| A Serious Problem | 3 | 05/26/2009 |
| The Devil's Wager | 5 | 05/26/2009 |
| The Sun's Glory (In Memory Of My Sister) | 3 | 05/26/2009 |
| The Others | 1 | 05/26/2009 |
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