[the poet] little miss star

{the poet}

Little Miss Star

'When I grow up, I wanna be a doctor,'
Claimed Little Miss Seven.
Not knowing anything better
But miming the words of her father
Borrowing his dreams.

Yet as far as she can remember
Songs and lullabies filled her world
Popping inside her little head
Not unlike the candies and sticky lollies
That she so often wished for and craved.

So she sang her kiddie melodies
In one of her many little 'shows'
Bringing in all her little cousins
Cos she was too afraid to do it alone.

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Budding Miss Fourteen fed her soul
With grand ideas and romantic notions
Of being a singer.

Writing nothing but songs of love & pain
Which some believed
She was too young to understand.

But she was only too young to know
About anything else
But the angst, the insecurity
Facing her in her teenage journey.

And so the words did flow
Smoothly from her blue biro
Imprinted on that floral scented paper
Cos she has nothing much to lose
But so much to be inspired for

Stardust sprinkled liberally
In the sights of Miss Sweet Seventeen,
All wide-eyed naiviety,
And blissful ignorance
But blessed with infectious enthusiasm
To succeed.

With her girls
No, never alone
She was determined to be
The Star
The Main Attraction

Singing, dancing, writing
Cute pop ditties and practising
Believing all the while
That IT could happen
To her

Cause afterall, SHE was special

Somewhere along the way
Jaded Miss Twenty One appeared
She, who chided and who shattered
The unrealistic dream of the Little Misses

Not daring to wish
Not daring to hope
Not willing to risk
And so she sought

Labels for herself
'Ms Down to Earth' , 'Ms Real'
With that she went about her Business of
Conforming

Losing,
Inspiration
Yet how ironical that at times
She found herself humming..
The melodies of her much shunned Misses..

Little Miss Twenty Five grew to wonder
About what life has to offer
Why this dissatisfaction?
Where is the magic?

Although she has tried & tested
Many a person's dreams
Nothing makes her feel more real
Than the nostalgic passion
Of her three Little Misses

So she picks up that blue biro
Dusts off the cobwebs
On the now un-scented floral paper
And slowly she begins to

Relive her past
Disentangle her lost dreams
Breathe new life into her old hopes
Trying to fulfil the one important dream Miss Jaded has suppressed

By starting with this poem..
Acknowledging and accepting,
Alone.
Her desire to be Little Miss Star
A role she was borned to fill.

*Little Miss Seven*

*Little Miss Fourteen*

*Little Miss Seventeen*

*Little Miss Twenty One*

*Little Miss Twenty Five*

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