She Was Waiting to be Told

October 8, 2010

in Confessions,Lifestyle

Because of you she learned to wear stovepipe jeans
and purple lipstick,
how to dye her hair fuscia
then green. She learned to break the rules
and limits you had set. When caught, never take blame.
It’s your fault because, she’d begin, or
I didn’t mean to…
She brought home boys
with 6-gauge eyebrow rings
and snake tattoos.
He’s only a friend. I swear.
But she doesn’t ask what you think
because she knows.
We all know what you think.
She was waiting
to be told she was liked
She wanted to throw away the
ruffled dresses and soft pink blush,
cut her hair pixie short.
In one look, wanted the
awkward girl to disappear
and reappear a woman.

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vivienne blake October 8, 2010 at 2:58 am

Oh, how well you have described the crazy-mixed-up adolescent that I was 60 years ago! 
BTW  Fuchsia was named after a German botanist called Fuchs, hence the bizarre spelling!

Ruth October 8, 2010 at 12:03 pm

I liked this poem very much – a great picture of taking as truth the facade and failing to hear the hidden truths behind…

Julie Jordan Scott October 8, 2010 at 3:25 pm

This reminds me of my daughter. Makes me want to hug her. Thank you, so much for writing it, for sharing it.

Elizabeth October 8, 2010 at 3:51 pm

Ahh the teenaged rebel girl, I remember her twice. Once from my childhood, the other from my daughter's. My Mother told me that I would regret it when I had my own daughter. I told my daughter the same thing. And believe she is now telling it to her teenager.

Tumblewords October 8, 2010 at 5:09 pm

Wonderful description of the teenage angst that can fester for years! 🙂

Deb October 9, 2010 at 10:23 pm

Evocative. Yeah, waiting to be told… 

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