At seventeen, she closed her heart to all; <br />refusing ever 'gain to feel the pain <br />she shut her soul to love - it was the strain <br />that made it right for her to take the fall. <br />He was short - handsome - ugly - fat - thin -tall, <br />He was black - white - MALE: cause of her disdain. <br />She was his toy, used time and time again for gain - <br />His! Muffled, none attended to her call... <br /> <br />Her makeup hid the mascara tinted tears <br />and penciled smiles were drawn anew each day <br />Which gave illusion of contentment stored, <br />But look upon her well and see the years <br />in cracks defining broken vase of clay; <br />The net allows her to remain ignored. <br /> <br />Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-seventeen-petrachan-sonnet/
