The Green Ribbon

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


Clipping a ribbon, I suppose 
I had sewn 
one stitch at a time 
Pretty shiny and green 
Sewn into the wrong thing 
The whole ribbon has to be destroyed 
Completely demolished 
But it's ok 
Cause I have more. 


Feeling great fear 
When anyone comes near 
Friend or flirt 
It doesn't matter, I am still alert 
Don't wanna be hurt 
Go away from me 
Run, go on git !!!! 
I will throw a rock at you 
What do you want from me? 

No one I trust 
Not around here 
There out to get you 
They have proven it 
Year after year 
I don't want to go back there 
To much pain for remembrance 
Why can't they leave me alone? 
Why bother me? 
Why can't they stand it that I am happy and alone? 

Lies upon lies you told about me 
Stabbed me in the back 
Left me to bleed, and yes I said bleed. 
Why can't you be happy for me and let me be 
Why try to stir up trouble? 
Why do you feel the need? 
Why try and make me jealous? 
It want work. 
You did it once already. 
You broke up a friend ship 
How did that feel? 
Did it make you feel big and manly 
Two women fighting over you? 
Well not me I am through. 


I don't want you. 
I don't want anyone 
I am afraid too 
All there going to do 
Is stab you when they're through 
Friend or lover 
I'll never be close to another 
It will take someone special 
To handle scars that still remain 
Your a bad person 
How could you not be? 
Look at the things you have done to me? 
I was wrong about you? 
I thought deep down inside you were human 
So I cried, every night in pain 
cause I thought you were a man 
But you were just a metal can. 
Even though you are metal, 
I still don't want to kick the can. 
I am glad you don't have feelings 
Did, you ever have a heart? 
Well don't take it out on me, cause you been hurt. 
It's nothing I deserved. 
Don't you know, don't bite the hand that feeds you 
Enjoy yours lies 
Enjoys your cry's 
And there will be cry's 
Enjoy the coldness 
When winter wind starts to set in and you feel it blowing 
Don't be afraid when all you find is Ice 
Rain gets that way when she turns cold. 
It takes a special kind of fire to melt it 
You don't possess it. 

BY : Bernice Bowling