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I Have Little Faith In The Color Pink
I have little faith in the color pink
nor do I trust those two blue lines
that promise maternity
making me spend mornings
bent
hugging porcelain thrones
I have become a skeptic
of two-tone ultrasound pictures
that show life
- in a small beating heart
then twenty weeks later
mock its existence
and I’ve come to hate
tiny caskets
blanketed in pink roses
I will never be perfect
I will never be a
perfect
size 10
model
crimson lips
pouting
at the camera
flaunting
well-toned thighs
and pert little breasts
I confess
to having hips
for baring children
and one lover
too many
after friday night’s
2AM last call
but if it would make you
love me
I’d gladly peel away
layers of flesh -
In hopes of finding
the woman
you think I should be
Torn
I was ink
and passion -
diaries full
of poetry
You were torn paper -
words
never meant
to be read
Ruth Kephart lives in Pennsylvania, works as a Registered Nurse and writes poetry in her spare time.
She has been published in numerous journals and anthologies and has also published a collection of her
poetry For Everything There Is A Season.
Email: Ruth Kephart
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