Rolling with the Punches

She's holds it in within her skin

the sin of a man who didn't give a damn

but always lended a hand

to her

Sending mixed signals to a naive individual

slowly converting her into a doll.

A doll that pretended to be perfection

yet let herself be played with

but that by the brown hair on her head

swore she was playing the game right back

but wasn't

she had no idea of it

she was fooling herself.

And as she speaks her tales of misery,

she speaks them hesitantly

for the reader might identify with her story

with that man

her love...

-- From "Copyrights & Trademarks"

Rolling with the Punches

Hall of Languages Room 202

Wed. 12/9/09 7pm