 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| "The She-Devil" | ||||||||
| A person like me You'd rather not see To meet or greet I'm the devil in desguise It's clear in my eyes With so many allies I'm cruel, I'm fun, I'm wicked (cool), I'm daring You sure don't want to know, where I got what I'm wearing I'm the she-devil I have no level If you say I stoop You're out of the loop I'm never full of myself My ego has a permanent place on a shelf I'm looney, I'm silly, I'm crazy Yet all who know me know my memory's always a bit hazy |
||||||||
| *************************************************************************** | ||||||||
| I took a Creative Writing class my Sophmore year of high school. This poem was writen in that class as a result of a poem project consisting of the teacher giving us topics to write about and for each topic a seperate poem. This happened to be a "How You View Yourself" poem, and at the time I viewed myself as a goth little bad ass....fine and dandy, I have the personality, the demenor, and the vibe of one...now that is. When I had to read this one aloud for the class (because the teacher was big on that and she bumped you don't a letter grade for the assignment each time she asked to read if you refused.) almost everyone laughed at me. Why you ask? Because at the time I still lived with my old man and the step monster (I can't recall anymore if it was before or after they got married) and I was forced into Preppy clothes and wasn't aloud to be myself. There was a BIG issue about that at the homestead about that. Because every once in awhile they'd seem me with a friend or someone would come over and I was just me, and I didn't give that the parental misfits were there. Later there'd be a huge "duscussion" (in other words: "I'm big, you're small. I'm smart, you're dumb. I'm productive, you're useless. Sit in that chair and listen to me inflate myself and berate you into conformity. I had a part in bringing you into this world and I can take you out just as easily. He had a part in brining you into this world, but I can take you out just as easily. You're nothing but a fat cow. You eat too much. You don't eat enough. Can't you do anything right? You're nothing but a f*k up. Nothing but a big, fat, lazy, f*k up. Be how we want you to be. Be our slave. Go to your room." One things would always wind up in the vicious circle every time.) Hey what was I to do? The old man gave the step monster full rein, she bought my clothes - in other words clothes in her style, not mine. And they kept me too much in check, for me to just go out and buy on my own. Besides, they wouldn't let me get a job, and allowence was inconsistant and so was the pay (I worked as my old man's secretary for his business and his gig as a super).So the class laughed at me because I was "demented" enough to believe I was a goth, yet I looked like a prep. I was always a goth at <3, and now I am one. I'm gone and away, and only return to the spiting pit fires once a month to pick up a check. :D See? Happy ending! *LOL* | ||||||||