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With A Sharpener?

written by: Andrea E. Lodge

 

So take your crayon to my face,
Crayon cannot be erased.
Take away that saggy eye,
He made me cry.
He made me cry.
Said he’d someday
Make me die.

I’m a million colors,
Some you’ll never see.
I wish you’d look at all
The colors that are inside me.

I’m beyond the paint flakes
In the hallway, on the floor,
I’m telling you I’m more.
I know it.
I’m more.

Trying to remember,
Where did I begin?
With the sharpness of pens,
Tearing my baby skin.
I needed it thicker,
Played that burning eraser game,
I grew a bit tougher,
But you can still see my veins.

I am a napkin
And I am the snow
I am an Aspirin
So colorless, I could glow.
So colorless, I am dull.

They scribbled me out with charcoal,
And they crossed out my existence with Sharpies,
Left my pages full of ragged holes,
Used them in bits and pieces for confetti at parties.

They never got to see me burst,
They knew my name once, but never wrote it,
I knew it from the very first,
I guess I never wanted to take note of it.

I’ve known some shady,
Who’ve never known my shades,
But over time,
All ink and paint fades.

Just let me come out,
Let the realness of this mess shine through,
Scrape away the crayon,
Paint me something other than blue.

Andrea E. Lodge

Andrea E. Lodge

My name is Andrea Lodge and I live in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with my boyfriend and my two, somewhat disabled cats. I graduated from Holy Family University with a Bachelor's Degree in Liberal Arts. I studied Secondary Education/English and obtained my teaching certificate. After graduating, I taught middle and high school Writing and Literature for 6+ years, until becoming disabled. Now, I spend my days writing and consider my profession to be "writer," though I have yet to have anything professionally published.
I have experience writing educational and informational pieces, though my passion is in creative writing. My main focus has been in poetry for many years. I have recently, however, returned to my roots, by writing fiction, something I did when I first started out. My strongest writing comes from things that are based on fact, so I have many pieces based on my own experiences that would be considered 'Creative Non-Fiction,' or 'Memoir,' and I am also working with my father to write his stories.
Andrea E. Lodge

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