Sailormoon & Co. is property of Princess Naoko Takeuchi, no? So don't rip me for it. Here we go?
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The Sorority
Chapter 1:
Serenity...You'll Never Walk Alone
That's what they say.
I don't believe them.
Good gracious me,
I've never suffered 16 years
Of loneliness
Without realizing
My precious Endymion
Is far out there.
And I don't mean "far out there"
Figuratively.
Class. What is class?
My mom says I need it,
My friends say I have it,
I say I neither have nor need.
Does that equate to isolation?
Or does it equate to despondency
In white pearls?
I have no idea, and I have no clue.
I take a brief walk outside the palace grounds,
And I wonder,
How does one lady with "Class" live this life
Of isolation.
I want to stretch my wings
And fly high,
And they say I can't.
Because I neither have nor need class.
I'm shocked.
They've echoed my opinion.
Sitting by a pool,
I let a few teardrops
Contaminate the precipitation
In a melancholy way.
Never in my life have I become
So self-alienated.
I question the relationship
Between class and companionship.
[I could say then, "What is hip?"
But that would be "out-of-class."]
Someone asks me a question in "English,"
And I respond accordingly.
I seem stunned at my ability
To do this.
Does speaking "English"
(With a "British" tone, no less)
Evoke a sense of "class"?
I recall that as my alter ego on
That planet,
I despised how "English" and "class"
Have such a mandatory relationship,
A relationship that you need to survive.
Now, I ponder, here in the palace
How "English," "Class," and "companionship"
Go together like peas in a pod.
Suddenly, it all makes sense,
And everything has changed.
Endymion, I will never turn back.
I will never turn my back
On those I love.
It is a mawkish concept,
But it works.
And I know,
I know this much.
As long as I'm here...
You'll never walk alone.
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End Chapter 1
Thoughts are most welcome. The good ones, that is.
*********
The Sorority
Chapter 1:
Serenity...You'll Never Walk Alone
That's what they say.
I don't believe them.
Good gracious me,
I've never suffered 16 years
Of loneliness
Without realizing
My precious Endymion
Is far out there.
And I don't mean "far out there"
Figuratively.
Class. What is class?
My mom says I need it,
My friends say I have it,
I say I neither have nor need.
Does that equate to isolation?
Or does it equate to despondency
In white pearls?
I have no idea, and I have no clue.
I take a brief walk outside the palace grounds,
And I wonder,
How does one lady with "Class" live this life
Of isolation.
I want to stretch my wings
And fly high,
And they say I can't.
Because I neither have nor need class.
I'm shocked.
They've echoed my opinion.
Sitting by a pool,
I let a few teardrops
Contaminate the precipitation
In a melancholy way.
Never in my life have I become
So self-alienated.
I question the relationship
Between class and companionship.
[I could say then, "What is hip?"
But that would be "out-of-class."]
Someone asks me a question in "English,"
And I respond accordingly.
I seem stunned at my ability
To do this.
Does speaking "English"
(With a "British" tone, no less)
Evoke a sense of "class"?
I recall that as my alter ego on
That planet,
I despised how "English" and "class"
Have such a mandatory relationship,
A relationship that you need to survive.
Now, I ponder, here in the palace
How "English," "Class," and "companionship"
Go together like peas in a pod.
Suddenly, it all makes sense,
And everything has changed.
Endymion, I will never turn back.
I will never turn my back
On those I love.
It is a mawkish concept,
But it works.
And I know,
I know this much.
As long as I'm here...
You'll never walk alone.
********
End Chapter 1
Thoughts are most welcome. The good ones, that is.