A Sonnet for the Boys and Girls

There's a poetry to Polly Pockets,

mindless to the pain we were pretending,

but those tiny dolls were pretty prophets.

They knew to be a girl is no blessing.

You told me of the cards you collected,

the same ones that my brothers surely played

in basements laden with boys unrested.

Worlds away were we, from those night crusades.

Years later with little learned, we are left

to try, to love, to suffer the other.

We both live this life till our final rest,

only then will we truly discover.

These games we play are just part of the war,

We can only be warriors and w****s.

Author's Note

Any review are appreciated!!

Reviews

[brokenwriter]

wow, this really touched me.
I am also a girl, around your age, and I really felt every word.
thank your for sharing this personal piece of art !

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the honest words and thoughts shared.
"These games we play are just part of the war,
We can only be warriors and w****s. "
The above lines are so good. This is poetry dear Emma.
Coyote