Adorable One
You no longer
serve me
You are as
strange as a
flower in the wind
Starting now I will
look for strength
instead of Face
A face does little
but cause trouble
reiterating the shallow
laws of society
Your mask no
longer serves you
Arrogant One,
Beautiful One
-
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MAMA BIRD 
pure, distilled, immediate … beautifully turned verse. thank you for sharing your poem with me today. tony
Gah! Thank you!
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Yes! I know the type… Well said.
🙂
Arresting Words. I love the last four lines as a conclusion
Thank you for reading & commenting 🙂
I still hold out for strong AND beautiful, but then i’m sort of committed to dying alone 😉