Bottom Of The Totem Pole (poem) by Erica Ivory on AuthorsDen

Bottom Of The Totem Pole
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Second hand girls

I live in the shadow.. Of the one you desire.. Do you think that I don't know.. I am your second hand girl.. Taken out.. Paraded. Only when needed.. Then faded.. into the back ground of your lives.. Yet I am your daughter.. Your wife.. Your sister.. Your friend.. But second hand to all of you.. I don't even bother to pretend.. that I could be any more.. than what I am... Your second hand girl.. Bottom of your totem poles.. Buried in the snow.. Taken out only when needed.. Then back to the cold I go.. I do not have delusions of ever being first.. On the top.. Someone special.. I am not.. I will always be your second hand girl.. Not quite good enough.. to ever be completely included in your world.. Your families.. Your love.. I will never measure up.. To all your hearts desires.. Yet I continue to try.. To be seen.. Hopelessly.. Like fighting fire with gasoline.. So now I stop.. I accept what others see in me.. I guess I will try to succeed in being the best second hand girl... I can possibly be. What choice do I have.. I can't make you love me more.. Can't make you see beyond what you see.. But as this second hand girl.. I want you to know.. I would rather be left.. buried in the snow.. It may be cold.. I may be alone.. But there I am safe.. from your hand carved totem poles.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on November 5, 2003

Another gifted write Erica! So sad, but so well done!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on November 4, 2003

A very meaningful expression of a truth that is real for many of us. Thank you for this offering.

Reviewed by Gary Gebert

You are not alone. The urge for acceptance is strong even though we may deny it. Your words are true and will touch any who dare read them. We may feel alone, you and I. I'll keep you company.

Gary

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

I used to carve totem poles, for gardens. Enjoyed.

Reviewed by L M (Reader)

Reviewed on November 3, 2003

Feeling like your second best at or with anyone is miserable way to feel excellent emotional poem.

Reviewed by Ashraf Goreja (Reader)

This is an excellent poem. Exceptionally beautiful.

Greetings from Atlanta.

Goreja.com

Reviewed by Dale Clark

This is an excellent piece!
So wise as the last two
lines "But there I am safe...
from your hand carved totem poles."

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Ouch! Great emotional write!

Reviewed by Tracey Hardie