Every Wish and Dream

Every Wish and Dream

A Poem by Stuff

I told you... I told you I was a good girl,
yet, you said otherwise, that i wasn't good enough for you.
I turned around, I came around,
I made myself change, I really did become a good girl, babe.

You only looked at me up and down, and merely said,
"Baby, you didn't change at all, you worthless w***e,
All you did was put on makeup and change your clothes,
You will never be the right one for me."
With those words being said, I merely thought--
I was not, I would never, be good enough for you.

Then on one lonely night, I came to see,
That it wasn't me in the wrong, it wasn't me,
It was you, babe, it was you,
You weren't good enough for thee,
For me, no no, you weren't good enough for me...

I came to you one day, all dressed in white,
For on that day, I was rather glad, happy, filled with glee,
I rose my hand, in a manner of grace, yet it was quite firm,
I slapped that b***h round twice, I made sure you wouldn't forget it,
My voice was soft, yet it was very loud, and it was slightly demanding,

"I'm not good for you, I am a w***e? Oh,
Baby, Baby, I wish I could tell you more...
But It isn't me in the wrong, it isn't me in the wrong,
For thee, you, are the one who isn't good for me,
You are the one who messed it up, you are the one with fake makeup and clothes..."
Your face, oh my, your face.. it was priceless.

It was twisted and churned,
It was crunched up and it seemed to burn...
I was swelled with delight, even more so, even more so,
when those others, put their hands together in a clap,
one by one... one by one...
when I had a full crowd, cheering... not one boo'ing at me.

I finally had the respect, respect I deserved,
I finally had what I wanted, I finally had what I needed,
I finally had enough self-esteem, I finally rose up and stood for myself,
I stared at this man in front of me, and I realized...

Not one person should make you feel bad, not one,
Not one thing that is said towards you should... make you change,
Nothing should make you change, nothing should bring you down,
You must stand up to those monsters, and show them who you are.

I stood in that crowd, in front of that pathetic weakling,
I was dressed in white, because that day I realized...
I realized I was special in every way, that nothing should stop me,
In breaking my every wish and dream.

© 2011 Stuff


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A excellent poem. I like the purpose and the desire of this poem. You made some strong points in this poem.
"Not one person should make you feel bad, not one,
Not one thing that is said towards you should... make you change,
Nothing should make you change, nothing should bring you down,
You must stand up to those monsters, and show them who you are."
We can't allow the world to slow us down and make us feel like less. A very strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote



Posted 9 Years Ago


Wow, thats a great poem! I love it, giving me so much emotions, the feelings are so strong and powerful, the flow is good, wow. Its a beautiful poem , lovely. I love the twist in your poem, its interesting :)
The whole story behind is good as well, :D
Nice Job!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Tags: Wishes, Dreams, Stand, Good Girl, Girl, Love, White, Dress, Self Esteem, Self-Esteem, Esteem, Confidence

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