so i spent a good chunk of yesterday reading Out of Egypt by Jeanette Howard, and she said something cool about the outer dressing drawing out femininity within. well some verbage like that.
well i was taking in so much and loving it that i decided id work on it today, and so, took out my snakeskin stillettos for a stroll around school. holy crap does it take twice as long to walk. i need another lesson from that carmen girl.
anyhow. i should probably clean up the dozen homo books sprawled across my bed so i can nap and get a good run in tonight.
i also wrote a poem and showed it to this english teacher? had been avoiding her, so, maybe this was bad? well here is the poem:
queen on a power trip
careful cuz you're bout to slip
horsie please don't run away
don't you have some time to play
my knight is left alone tonight
right or left which way to fight
move and leave the rules behind
hope to God the queen is blind
cradled by the feeble king
my soul it bursts to not be seen
alas the horse has run away
terror, terror - who has say?
black and white and red all over
colored board of fallen soldiers
the faithful knight determined drives
in the dark, the queen, she cries
as she draws that fleeting breath
behind her stands the king of death
his soul is seen, his covering taken
my knight stands tall, unmoved, unshaken
his horse not lost but trapped - he beckons
held by the tower, life so threatened
pretend he may that death is silent
fall before the fearsome tyrant
yonder young black stallion flees
while her knight falls to his knees
a king of death and king of fear
is Death's queen sleeping? does she hear?
the weary rider bows down low
to plead forgiveness from his foe
is honor lost? is chivalry slain?
Nay, Beauty comes to trample shame
eyes on her courageous rider
Beauty bounded fiercer, faster
on both sides the regals trembled
at this horse, what she resembled
Victory swallowed up the king
of Death - and he had lost his sting -
