Poetry with Dira: Painful Metaphor (Trying to Find My Big Girl Drawls) I been diggin up in the guts Of this thing called soul And it’s causin my little girl drawls to become Uncomfortable Cuttin all up in my jazz So I can’t sit down Because it hurts Funny thing Those frilly things This metaphor is the worst Causing me pain So I need to get my big girl panties loose So it don’t hurt no more. Mishandling the truth. Because where I thought I’d grown The little girl knocks on my door “Hey Lita! It’s me again. Please, won’t you let me in?” And I say “ I am Nadira now. You have me mistaken.” But she keeps on waving those frilly lil Tuesday panties at me And she says “I am all of you that’s vulnerable. Don’t you remember me?” And I say “Sadly so. But I don’t like you. You are so damn weak!” “You make me cry! You ingest lies! Bringin out the BEST worst in me!” You keep me up all night! No curfew? Messin with my life!” And she? Well, she is feminine tenderness of me She is the little girl lost And invisible Always haunting me Making me run around like a fool In bobby socks and pigtails Buster Browns and hand-me-downs Making me prance around in my Tuesdays I want to throw them away But it seems That every time I’m convinced I’m fixed My big girl panties just don’t seem to fit And this little girl chases me around the room Pushing me down on the ground to my knees Scraping my heart before the last scab healed I wanna fight back Cut her pigtails Send her away But she is relentless Such a foolish girl And hides my big girl drawls away by Nadira Norjahan ;)
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 03:32:07 +0000