that girl

she didn't know how to relate
couldn't speak their language
she only knew what they wanted
so the 34" inseam on her 5'2" frame
bore the tiniest of skirts over those bare legs
always adding a little height to her stature
letting her walking do the talking
in an undulating fashion she worked those lush hips
they gawked as those little scraps of fabric swished
not really understanding...knowing only that it got them
heads on the swivel
whistle passing lips
you work with what you're given
and she put in the overtime
seeking that elusive connection
heart to heart...mind to mind
she kept trying to look beyond their exterior
hoping for more...
...more love
...more belonging
...more time
while they stalked that notch on the headboard
only hung around until the next fresh thing
as the years went by the skirts grew longer & fuller
shoes kicked into a corner
shrinking in dimension
hope slipping a bit more with each failure
until she finally withdrew
not enough air bubbles could be found
under the flood of her emotions
one sobbing shudder after another...
...she eventually drowned
I wish I could have told her
but at the time I never knew
she placed her value on her body...mere sex
but her true gift was priceless
I'm still working it out but I know more now
not one of those hungry tom cats ever touched it
though they probably sensed its presence
her spirit...her strength...was endless
tap that & they could have had a wildcat
but all they ever got was a little fun...before they moved on
all the searches she embarked on...
...she was looking to them...
...when all she really needed...
...was to find herself
I've been painting her portrait one poem at a time
one day maybe we'll both believe
she's a badass...same as me




inspired by These boots were made for walkin' comp; pink heels & bare foot image