Girl

I've been telling you, girl,
you can paint
with all those colors of the
wind,
like some long legged,
tan beauty
running free,
I tell you to be
and to paint the
colors that you see

look at me,
look at me girl,
let me envelope your vision
try to make sense
of what you see
look at me,
look at me girl

I've been warning you girl
to not give your
heart away
'don't delve into it'
but, of things such as
devotion and desire,
you thought I was a liar
until you were scarred
by its painful two-edged sword
stabbing you where
'it counts'
then twisting the blade
to create a monster hole
to be filled or to
sour and infect
with dirty, empty things

look at me
look at me girl
try to find the deception
in me
that you claim I hold
try to find my imagined malice against you,
as i tell you
look hard, harder girl
look at me
look at me girl

I've been wasting my time, girl,
haven't I?
I open my mouth, girl,
just to feel my lungs expand
and inhale the air
that you refuse to accept...
so just hold your tiny
vine close,
keep her beautiful,
green and wild

look at me,
look at me girl
and hear me,
hear me girl,
understand that all I
want for you is to be
free,
i was never your enemy.
-brittany
1/2/11