that grrrl inside 2/3/00
- for that one that laughs w/ manical laughter -
(you know who you are)
i looked at her in honest disbelief,
the person i know she loves is the person she most hates,
i want to bring her back.
they say she lost her drive, why?
i just think she's misplaced it,
if that death that we talked about claims her,
i will cry, and cry,
that will bring the pale horse to me too.
she wants to be out w/ it,
but there's so much repression.
so much keeping her in that dead box,
i try to break it open,
but theres too force keeping her in,
i sit in the garden and hope,
hope noone knows she's hester quinn,
someone please tell anne bolen.
the whole thing is just an awful excuse,
she gets no credit in the straight world.
she is a dog to them,
but a true riot grrrl to me.
i see how she is, very skintight.
strong just like me.
every day tho she doesnt say it,
she says and i saw stars,
i saw how it all works.
dont worry your pretty little head,
it will be dead soon, all that ailes you.
just wait, look at your stars,
think how fucking great it'll be to get out of there.
for now eat your cake and hate it.
don’t worry angel it’s not the end,
well all ways be good friends.
Reason for writing:
i know this grrrl, she's on of my favorite ppl. her names allie, she's smart, a good writer, pretty, and a great person to do things with. but she's very insecure, and this is all caused by this awful guy, (he's my daily subliminal toothache) i hate him so much for how he treats her, she's so much better than him.
Birth sign: Cancer
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