Description: Whoa, I had to squeeze that title in there. Anyway, this is a "second part" to my previous poem "Take It Like A Woman" because a lot of the people who commented on that thought I should have written a happy ending. Though I know that there aren't many things that end happily, I have decided to write this. If you haven't read "Take It Like A Woman," I STRONGLY urge you to read that before you read this, even if you don't comment on that one. Bye lovelies!
Chin Up (TakeItLikeAWoman2) -------------------------------------------
Those flowers were so beautiful
But every flower wilts
You can scatter them along my grave...
... To relieve you of your guilt.
The women at the potluck
Applauded my decision
No more sympathetic glances...
... No more helpless disposition.
This is how I'll function
I knew someday I could
Demand my respect...
... The way a woman should.
your first stanza is overwhelming. beatiful flowers wilt to be scattered on your grave to relieve guilt, very good, i read this with a slight pause before the foourth line of every stanza, this worked nicely, definately two different emotions in these two writes, this one is almost liberating
Wow. Okay, I read this, then I went back to read the first one, then I came back to re-read this one, and I liked 'em both. They both have dark tinges, and flutters of sadness with strong bases. I, personally wouldn't except flowers after someone did that to me. I guess I'd shove those flowers up his ass, and tell him to get a one-way ticket to a pit of everlasting fire and lava, where he can burn eternally. Anyway, nice job. -K