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Growing Bold: A Poem About Growing up and Being Brave Enough to Be Yourself

Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.  


Introduction to My Poem

This poem has been under wraps for about six months now. There was no particular reason except for I had no time to post here until today. If truth be told, I still have no time, however, I needed to decompress from much stress that has been visiting my life lately. Poetry has always helped with my anxiety feelings of wanting to pull my hair out or slit my wrists. Yes, I am one of those poet types (giggles).

As I said, the words to this poem have been sitting in a tablet for months. I scribbled it out a while back. It's raw. I have no time to go through the dialogue of it and make adjustments. So, I hope it will send favor to the other poets that may read it or by chance, stoke some aspiring ones to dabble with the idea of writing some poetry themselves.

The pictures are of Marie Antoinette as a young girl, lady, and woman. She seemed to fit well with my image of this poem.


Growing Bold

This is me; thick as stone

Hot blooded over frail


You may look and

Tailor me any way you


I will decipher through

Your negative whispers…

I have a life. I had a life.

My body told my story

Once and then twice…repeat.

A skinny child – that I was,

With beauty bones of protrude.

No appetite for being a me nor a you.

Later, a mom and a fading

Daisy. I was rebirthing into

A juicy lady.

It is when I recognized more

Than ever the new negative

Spins on simple pleasures…

They have tarnished a virtue

And brought a horrible time.

A definition of vanity misdefined.

But digress if you must

And circumfuse with this

World of fake and sorry

Points of view…


A Quote Which Has Always Been Debated "Let Them Eat Cake."

"Let Them Eat Cake"?

© 2018 Missy Smith

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