I am the same girl.. Just older now.. My nails are manicured.. My hair is styled.. My make up perfectly applied.. But I am the same little country girl inside.. My expensive shoes.. Sure look grand.. As we walk side by side.. On the same dirt filled land. I wear a suit.. You wear jeans.. Somehow you think this changes me.. You say my hands should be in the dirt.. Where they belong.. You think I don't remember .. Where I started from.. You judge me like I am paper thin.. No deeper than the clothes I am in.. You.. My mother cannot see deep enough to know.. Inside.. I am the same little girl.. With torn jeans and scabby knees.. Waiting for you to recognize me.. I am there underneath Why can't you take me in your arms.. Kiss my pain away.. Tell me you are proud of me.. Because inside I am still that child. Just a little girl in torn jeans with scabby knees.. It is only you.. My Mother I want to please.. But somehow you never see.. That little girl inside of me.
Hey, I'm 55 and have a very successful career behind me and my mother still talks to me as though I'm 5. That's mothers for you, its their job.
Enjoyed reading this Erica.
best, Ian
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on June 18, 2004
Very good write, Poet!!! It’s probably why they say never judge a book by its cover!!! I am sure your Mother is proud too!!! You are a wonderful human being and an outstanding Poet!!! Excellent!!!
Erica - elegant and poignant! Growing up, all we ever want is the approval of our parents. If they could only see that the power they weild over our hearts and how simple it would be to make a little boy or girl happy with just their smile...
Excellently expressed. You have grown up and are able to be assertive in who you are. I'm almost there. This is powerful, Erica. Thank you for sharing this offering. Love and peace to you. Regis
Reviewed by Susan Cook-Jahme (Reader)
Reviewed on May 28, 2004
Erica, this is a great write - so pleased to read your work :0)
Susan
Erica,
Happy I dropped in this morning. I didn't miss your wonderful poem. Much sadness in the search for appreciation and recognition. No matter what the exterior shows, inside we are still the same.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Enjoyed reading this Erica.
best, Ian
Anthony
Susan
Allen
Happy I dropped in this morning. I didn't miss your wonderful poem. Much sadness in the search for appreciation and recognition. No matter what the exterior shows, inside we are still the same.
Never judge a book by it's cover!!
Like my friend told me one day..."Tinka I wonder if your family really knows who you are deep inside!!
They just see this happy go lucky figure....but deep inside you are a very "Deep" person.....and it is so damn true!!
Love Tinka
Love Tinka
because you know it too well
great
thanks,
d.