The girl you should have said goodnight to…

I am an angry girl,
A lonely girl,
The girl you’ll wish you hadn’t said no to
I am a sad girl,
A rhyming girl,
A pretty girl,
Just a pretty girl.
I am an underestimated girl,
An overestimated girl,
A confused girl,
A friendless girl.
I refuse to call myself a woman
I am a slave girl,
The slave girl,
The girl you’ll wish was your slave girl
When you see what I can do.
I am a young girl,
An older girl,
A younger-older-younger girl,
I am a Grecian girl,
A Hellenized girl,
A girl fluent in the romance languages
I am a tired girl,
Not your tired girl.
I am a chocolate-covered candy apple girl
I am a nightingale girl,
I am a girl that only sings to herself.
I am that Aztec girl,
That witch girl,
That bitch girl,
That Etymology of Femina girl,
The Milk girl,
The lunch girl,
The stranger-than-strange-stranger girl,
I am a mermaid girl,
Without a merman girl
I’m a sex girl, a rose girl, a flower girl?
I’m a flowerless flower girl.
I’m a renaissance-man girl
I’m a chew me up and spit me out girl
I’m a disappointed girl
I’m a disappointing girl
I’m a lot less than anybody else’s girl
I’m a bendable girl, a flexible girl, a malleable girl
A girl without long curly curls girl
I am a portrait girl
Not a portrait-worthy girl
I’m a sad girl or a bad girl or a fad girl
But mostly just a mad girl
I’m the girl you should have said goodnight to
I’m a topsy-turvy girl
An Athena-like girl
An Athena-wannabe girl
A white dress in summer girl
I’m a power suit girl
Or a girl suited for power
Or a powerless girl
I’m your powerless girl
How does this girl taste?
I’m a wasteful girl or a wasted girl
I’m a wasting and waning wishing girl
I’m a lighthouse girl,
The lighthouse girl,
The come-home-to-me-on-angry-nights-but-go-out-when-it’s-sunny girl.
I’m a service girl,
I’m a servile girl,
A service-yielding-servile girl.
I’m a cunt girl
Out on the hunt girl
A for what girl?
I couldn’t tell you.

Note: So I was sitting on the beach today… Doing some reading… And two older men walked by and one of them said the other, “well, what sort of girl are you looking for?” In true Carina fashion I then made like a loser and went home to write a poem about it… Anyway, it sounds a lot better when read aloud.

~ by carik on September 7, 2008.