The Oyster And The Pearl by Leah06

They say "don't ever change",
But what does that really mean?
The style of my hair,
The way I love,
Everything in between?
I want to say I'm different,
Special and unique,
Yet judgmental words always follow,
Stylish, Classy, Chic.
Why is it we have to be categorized,
By what we wear,what we do,
Can't I just be me,
Whilst you just be you?
To say that I am the same,
As I was back then,
Is to say I enjoy recess games,
Perfect barbie, and gorgeous ken.
The world keeps spinning,
Changing as it goes,
As I have grown with it,
Flourishing in success and surviving all woes.
No longer naive and innocent,
I am no longer that little girl,
The world has been my oyster,
And I am but it's pearl.

Bipedalguy (75.67.182.104) -- Monday, December 3 2007, 04:19 am

That's a fantastic write.
You have been an excellent poet for as long as I have read your work, but you seem to still be getting better.
The poetic technique you employ in describing the process of maturing is very clever, very artful and beautiful, especially comparing that process to the growth of a pearl. I think it's a very good analogy.
Keep it up.
Bipe.

Seizure (24.35.108.141) -- Thursday, December 13 2007, 04:27 am

Good stuff
Long time no see. Nice to see you are still excelling with your poetry. Keep it up.

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