The beautiful dreamer
Sat on the cold floor
Head in her hands
Still feeling that slam of the door
As she tried to salvage
The remains of her dignity
She recalled the interaction
And his lack of humanity
Her offering of love
He had dramatically rejected
Laughing at her attempts
Leaving it unrequited
His bourgeois ideology
Was to her disparaging
Mocking her heritage
Was hurtfully demeaning
Superior was his attitude
Talking down to her
From his moral high ground
He was no better than a poseur
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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It’s amazing that you worked all the prompts into the poem beautifully.
Thank you. I try 😊
Thanks Jay-Lyn 😊. It means a lot to me
Raw pain and triumph too. Beautiful.