Quality friendships are what sustain us through the difficulties of life. Candice illustrates this beautifully with this piece, and as always, so heartfelt that the words just reach in and squeeze you! ❤
Before I knew myself, uttered out loud the words
labeling me a this or a that or a who knows?
I developed feelings for a wounded eye girl
we were kids really, dressing up as Japanese geisha in my room
all festooned in asian print and a little tea set I got for cheap
from china town
we wore chopsticks in our hair and bowed ceremoniously
singing the only song we knew in Japanese
with The Mikado playing in the background
I liked her thin arms and her prominent nose
her knock knee urchin look and bandaged soul
I liked how strong she was even as she looked like she’d fly away
most of all I was attracted to her wounded eyes
for there is something heady and bewitching in
pain
and its infinite manifestations
we’d dress up, I would paint her lips scarlet, we’d put on
funny accents and…
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Nice blog
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Candice is an incredible writer/poet! Enjoy!
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