"Nice Try, Life Time" - Dallas Whitefield - "Untitled"

Hello folks!

Here's another installment of the "Nice Try Life Time" theme! Today's poem come from Des Moines spoken word artist Dallas Whitefield, also known as "One Of Us". Remember, our Local Lover's event is this month on the 22nd at 8PM, and will be at Rozz Toxx. Come and share your work!

Enjoy!

Dallas Whitefield
Untitled

Her eyes speak volumes but nobody wants to listen Her body languages is always telling a story but nobody pays attention She’s always wanted to be a princess One of those old school Disney damsels in distress Waiting for her knight in shining armor to rescue her She’s always related most to the one who was trapped in the tower Even though she can never remember her name Guarded by a dragon Because she feels like they are the same Trapped behind a monster that kills any potential relationship Fire breath, talons, sharp teeth, instant death comes to all who get near her. People have come to fear her Judging the book by it’s cover and not the pages on the inside She’s had a rough life Her eyes speaks volumes but nobody wants to listen Her body language is always telling a story but nobody pays attention She’s always wondered if she would have been a mommas girls or a daddies She’s often dreamed of playing games going on vacations having a blast with her parents But reality quickly snaps her back to present She’s never known them She’s a product of the system Been in so many houses that her heart has never known what it means to call a place home She’s always felt alone as if she’s never fit in She often says that she is a puzzle piece to a picture that was never fully finished Most days she wonders what she did to end up with a life like this She Constantly asks Why is she being punished What did I do wrong A day doesn’t go by Without these questions constantly running through her mind Her eyes speaks volumes but nobody wants to listen Her body language is always telling a story but nobody pays attention Her imagination is the only friend she’s ever known. It was kinda of cute when she was a kid but now she is grown People say that she talks to herself so they avoid her No one has ever talked to her She’s always wanted to be apart of a conversation To be spoke to so that her existence would be validated She’s always wanted to know what it would be like to hold someone’s hand To feel the warm embrace of a hug To be told I love you she’s a person just like me and you but nobody wants to listen to eyes that tell a story of heartache and pain nobody wants to read a book that makes them feel ashamed So she continues to go through life wondering what it would be like to be a princess to be a mommas or daddies girl to have a friend to be talked to to hold someone’s hand to be told I love you. Her eyes speak volumes but nobody wants to listen Her body language is always telling a story but nobody pays attention

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