Wilde Disappointments
and Pink Socks; Black Shoes
Wilde Disappointments
I sometimes wonder
If I have
Somehow
Disappointed Oscar Wilde
By finding
Beauty
In the
Mundane
And useful things
In this world.
Then I remember
That the real disappointment
Is the world
Who taught him
That beauty is
Limited
In some way.
Pink Socks; Black Shoes
I slipped my sensible black shoes over my pink socks.
The words "She believed she could, so she did" were completely covered by the shoes and the long slacks.
I was suddenly stuck with how this was a metaphor for my life.
I was always hiding what was bright and flashy from the outside world.
Always pretending to be dumb. Always hiding my accomplishments.
I was always told
That this was the proper thing to do.
That I wouldn't want to make everyone uncomfortable.
But...I make them uncomfortable anyway, don't I?
Why should I hide my color? Or even my scars for that matter?
Why should I lessen myself so others can feel important?
I walk down the street feeling every much the freak I am despite me looking exactly how society wants me to look.
I think its time to let those pink socks show.
About the Creator
Guenneth Speldrong
Hello there. I write things. Sometimes good things. Mostly, I write to find myself. If I can entertain you in the process, then that's just the derivative icing on the proverbial cake!
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