Real Poems
written by Sally Buttercup
These aren't about unicorns and rainbows. We live in a real world, and our writings should reflect it. I will try to add a few pieces every day, and feel free to tell me if you want to add something.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
6
Reads
487
birth
Chapter 4
Aphrodite formed perfectly one day from a bit of sea foam.
Her hair covered her fully developed breasts. Gods gathered
to admire her beauty.
In real life, unfortunately, it is never like this. Nothing
is born from a bit of sea foam. Mothers lie down
in terrible pain. Babies come out crying, red, covered in odd liquids.
Wobble through life, attach themselves to the lie that assures them
that competency comes with age.
Plenty never stop wobbling. Plenty of people end up alone.
Plenty find themselves wondering why they were born,
and a few realize it was only a fortunate accident.
Her hair covered her fully developed breasts. Gods gathered
to admire her beauty.
In real life, unfortunately, it is never like this. Nothing
is born from a bit of sea foam. Mothers lie down
in terrible pain. Babies come out crying, red, covered in odd liquids.
Wobble through life, attach themselves to the lie that assures them
that competency comes with age.
Plenty never stop wobbling. Plenty of people end up alone.
Plenty find themselves wondering why they were born,
and a few realize it was only a fortunate accident.
