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| Through Jaded Eyes | |
| Oct. 22, 2001 ] 5:12 PM | |
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Some days when you walk down the hot dusty concrete streets Through the steel and glass heart of the man made city All you can see are young girls dressed up (They will sell themselves for love one day,) In bright teasing courtship colours Attracting the appreciative masculine gaze, While they laugh in unbridled freedom. (All you can see are young whores). When they are loved and women, They are contented to walk the hot dusty streets Carved out of steel of glass of blood by the masculine gaze (With their harrowed controlled mercenary passion) But they will know in their hot dusty hearts That they would have lost something when they love. "What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value." -------Thomas Paine------- If you happened on my site earlier you would have seen a different version of this poem. I tend to do drafts and drafts of each poem before I am satisfied with it. Below each title is the current state of the poem. If you return another day, you might find more changes; or perhaps I might be happy with the current flow of the poem and change its status accordingly.:) |
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