Princess

It was a magical dress
burgandy
fitted
flared
made me feel like a million bucks.
When I entered the room
thought
omg this is how Cinderella felt
as everyone stared at me.
I am not the prettiest girl.
I am not the smallest girl.
Today though
with make up and hair
professionally done
I look stunning.
My date
he arrived
eyes popping out of his head.
That was all
the best compliment
I need nothing more
for tonight
I am a princess.
Sept. 29/18
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High Rent Girl

You be thinking….
thinking
you a high rent girl
waiting for a sugar daddy
or just a daddy
to pay your bills.
You spend your time
your money
on looking ferocious
ignoring those who need care…..
because to dance a dance
to catch a mate
or rather a protector
bill payer
just another man to milk.
You strut
saunter
think that you look hot
but darlin’ please
you look like a silly twat.
Be thinking you a high rent girl
that any man would be lucky to have you.
Honey hate to burst that bubble
you ain’t no high rent girl
only a low rent bitch.
Sept. 28/18
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I am a Queen

Trying out this new thing;
Called Adulting.
I seem to have grown once more
without even realizing it.
No longer do I feel worthless
no longer do I feel alone
no longer do I speak to myself
degrading
causing panic dear.
Oh yes
the blackest voice is there
whispering
hissing
making me doubt….
myself….
my abilities….
me.
Countered with
a litney of good:
Funny
Smart
Beautiful
Independent
words to some
lifelines
to keep me sane.
I stand
the pier soaked beneath my feet
deep cleansing
breath in breath out….
Golden Girl.
Golden Queen.
Golden Princess
no more.
Queen of my life
Queen of my destiny
Queen of my confidence.
Queen of my Soul.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 2/18
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Darling Girl: Response to Open Love Letter

Response to:  Open Love Letter  
My darling girl….
you wrote to me
explaining you were scared
not certain
that what I felt was truthful
not actions and words
you felt manipulative.
I do not know who hurt you
who took you apart
made you to feel
that you were not enough.
I want to wrap my arms around
pull you close
feel the tension seep out
as you relax
deep breath
your body leaning into mine.
Your independence
a solid cloak
deflecting my gaze
you work so hard
to remain indifferent.
Your heart weeping
from fear.
Look into my eyes
do you see a lie?
I want you to fall….
fall into me
I want you ….
to trust.
My darling girl
I do so promise
I will not hurt you
blow away your fears
open your heart to mine please.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 22/18
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