Plaid Skirts

Sam Kimberle
Feb 24 · 1 min read
Photo by Chen Feng on Unsplash

I can’t be around
your Daughter anymore
no longer cut
from the same plaid skirt
I am impure, immoral
with friends built of corruption
confusion will damage Her
pretty mind full of material
wealth and fear
of the things you built,
seeking comfort in the hearts
of any boy who will have us,
but standards are a must
and I no longer fit
in that world.

I remember we once sat
with flavored milk
together as little girls
when all you had was a dream —
a lucky idea
that caught fire and took off,
growing beyond your wildest hopes,
but now your hopes
can no longer
be wild.

Protect what you have from me
because I wouldn’t understand —
didn’t understand
why we must suffer


by calculated chance
lost in a maze you call home
and it broke my heart.

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Perpetual student, searching for my ikigai. I am an Artist in artistic recovery care of Julia Cameron. Top writer in poetry. ❤️POM-Poet!❤️

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