Reformirt

Poem
By r.m.lipperd

and the stain washed clean.

I am not the wife, forgotten, seconded to technology.

I am not the one night.

I am not the woman impressed with gifts, wealth, bought for breeding,

and punished to change.

I am not the emotional attaché to cure.

I am not the audience for admiration, or a physician.

I am not a believer in the broken.

I am not the weekender.

I am not the lie to tell one’s self, the let us pretend girl,

dowsing my mind over

and again.

I am reformed.

© 2008 r.m.lipperd

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