Plaid Downtown Poem by Frankie Renae

Plaid Downtown



the plaid I only wear in dresses
how do you claim the silence
you're like the girls who wear it on their shoes
distancing as far as you can
yourself from the posers
I don't believe in them
picking my stuff up from the shopping racks and posters
I've become
a mall girl

chorus:
but I still like the downtown
wanna meet the guy on the corner
hear his story
and take it overseas
mix up the misery
of a nation, and make sense to bring
them all a little more like me
…and I'm not sure if it's right at all

the plaid I only wear in dresses
you ever see the colors
I've painted up of you, my sunshine mind
can you hear the music I do
phrase yourself after it
I know you do, Seb, Seb
I wanna be a sub, stand in the first grade classroom
who are you
a small girl

chorus

you know we spent the first twenty years
beating each other all up
I am sick of it, now laughing it up
with you
in plaid dresses and shoes

you put it on your shoes, thoughts of clouds
(write it all out loud)
my words only know paper
I keep my paint inside the canvas lines
my shoes, have brand names wearing off
and this sweet time of times
you are the white-gray sole
I keep my feet on, look down and see, you balance me
painting words
beneath wings

yeah, we're just like the downtown
wanna meet the guy on the corner
hear his story
take it to the art shop
mix up the cool paper
of a nation, and make sense to bring
them all a little more happy
…and I'm glad now how we've come so far

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