With my glasses on,
I ask myself,
What is a woman's dream?
How to cling,
To let go
Without being seen.
Only seems abusive
In films,
And feminist males,
Inclusive.
Or is... not fine.
Too trusting to a point
I'm picking myself
We laughs like wine.
Elusive,
I ask myself, looking
Like a hippo...
Noticeably delusive,
Watching from the corner,
And reclining.
Thank you for reading!
Which part of the poem resonates with you?
Share your thoughts
Please leave a comment
Copyright 2024 K.A. Smith
About the Creator
K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
Keep reading
More stories from K.A. Smith and writers in Poets and other communities.
Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 7 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
Not a hippo reclining 🙄😬 Anyway the beginning was so deep “ to cling , to let go without being seen” . Love it.