Curls (an acrostic poem)

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Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience

Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser

Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular

Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.

Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.

Jungle (an acrostic poem)

 

.Justice in this place seems to be defined by who can eat whom

Under the veneer of what some call civilization

Now I know how to fight to get what is mine

Given that we could just clearcut this place and set up something better

Looks like we are stuck in this humid hell at each other’s throats

Even as we all sing, “Welcome to the …”

 

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Grand (an acrostic poem)

 

Greg knew how to make quite an entrance

Radiating the machismo that defined 70’s porn stars

Allowing the room to take in his exposed furry chest

Nobody ever forgot that sight, ever

Despite paying their therapist many many ….

 

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Divide (an acrostic poem)

Division was always Vivian’s strong suit

It didn’t matter if it was numbers or people

Vivian could separate the goats from the sheep

It didn’t matter what defined goat or sheep

Determined to put her skills to use, Vivian turned to politics

Except she found being a pollster much better to her liking

 

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