"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!
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