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She Doesn’t Do As She is Told


She Doesn’t Do As She Is Told
Kay Rice
January 10, 2014

I was taught to smile and to play nice,
Be seen, not heard, no matter the price.
Share and give until nothing is left,
Now, bite your tongue and hold your breath.

To be what you are not, but what you should be,
Keep your dreams inside, where no one can see.
Smile, don’t cry, be silent, don’t curse or yell,
Pretend like your life is not a nightmarish hell.

Funny, I followed those rules and those laws,
Yet nothing was seen, only more and more flaws.
In a moment of death, the eyes open to light,
Now, I rise each day, strong and ready to fight.

I bang my own drum now, as loud as can be,
I make sure I am heard and that I am seen.
No more holding back my thoughts and my dreams,
No more hiding the wrongs and silencing screams.

You can keep your pretty ribbons and bows,
I’ve got a world to see and places to go.
I’ve learned one thing, ‘Life isn’t worth a damn,
Until you can stand and shout, I am what I am.’




I have always said that my poetry and short stories write themselves, I'm just the hand that holds the pen. Several of my poems have been published in local publications and in the 2011 World Poetry Movement book 'Stars in our Hearts'. Please enjoy the words, but do not steal them. I enjoy living and what life brings my way. My day job, I'm a geekgirl, a programmer. Coding is like using clues to solve a mystery to me. But, my happiness outside of the day job involves, cooking, baking, knitting, crocheting, writing, hiking, primitive skills. Yup, I come home and unplug. So there are many sides of me here. Enjoy.

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