Baby,Don’t You Know?

My eyes are stars
my vision impaired.
You speak of love, washed over with a glaze of indifference,
I see your lips move,
I think that perhaps you have me all wrong.

I told you before in various ways,
I showed you before with the movements of my body,
my head hanging low, breath shallow
cyclonic winds gathering, lightening snapping along my veins,
I contemplate us.

Shall we have another dance along this river of tears?
Ripping apart what we hold true, for a moment,
in clouds made of fury calling upon the dieties of desire,
shall we forget,
shall we?

You don’t understand,
Baby, don’t you know?
I am not the one for you.

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Julie Anderson

Julie Anderson is the Creator and Publisher of Feminine Collective. Julie was inspired to create this safe place for women to share their secrets, desires, triumphs and pain as the antithesis of what mainstream media offers women today. In her column Pursuit of Perfection, she explores the importance of rectifying the balance of inner and outer beauty through essays, poems and articles on self-esteem, shame, family, and self- acceptance.

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