{"id":1226,"date":"2012-04-17T01:35:28","date_gmt":"2012-04-17T01:35:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1226"},"modified":"2017-07-11T21:26:36","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T21:26:36","slug":"she-by-camryn-barganier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/she-by-camryn-barganier\/","title":{"rendered":"She by Camryn Barganier"},"content":{"rendered":"

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She<\/h1>\n

by Camryn Barganier<\/p>\n

Ice cream is for grown ups
\nAnd love is for lesbians.
\nShe was ice cream
\nWarmed by the forgotten time of deep kisses
\nThe flavor of the week
\nAnd I wanted to spoon her.<\/p>\n

Mrs. Cherry Garcia.
\nShe was tasteful?
\nAnd carefree
\nDripping down my waffle cones
\nI wanted to catch her with my tongue.
\nAnd become Mrs. And Mrs. Cherry Garcia
\nShe was the reason I turned my cup over after the last drop,
\nJust hoping she would give me more.
\nSee she, was the cause of my melting core
\nThe hello, goodbye and waiting kiss at the door
\nAnd she swore,
\nMy eyes twinkled.
\nShe said, when I laughed,
\nMy nose crinkled
\nShe noticed the little things, big things, and gave attention to all things.<\/p>\n

She melted through my fingertips
\nAnd my hands stuttered and babbled
\nAimlessly the first time around.
\nI had secrets climbing on my earlobes
\nBut my lips only shared them with her.
\nAnd goose bumps upon my collar bone
\nLike children
\nBalancing on a log
\nBut I was no child.
\nShe invaded
\nAnd I surrendered
\nAnd we played the lovers game
\nFor months behind closed doors
\nAnd lived on lying lips
\nThat told love stories over ice cream sundaes
\nWe were Juliet and Juliet
\nForbidden and in love.<\/p>\n

We were beautiful
\nShe made me snap, crackle and pop
\nFirst and last
\nEvery time
\nAnd then,
\nShe would chuckle
\nAs I morphed back into childhood
\nCurled into myself
\nLike two lips with a secret moon behind them.
\nShe caressed my hair.
\nAnd right then I should have said,
\nI don’t care what they say.
\nI should have told her then
\nBecause I had her
\nMelting in my fingertips
\nI was there,
\nI was in love.
\nBut I didn’t
\nAnd she got tired of waiting
\nOn my fear to flee
\nBut my female intuition said
\nYou have something to lose.
\nAnd so, she was lost.
\nMy Ice cream melted away.<\/p>\n

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\nCamryn Barganier was raised in Houston, Texas by her parents Doris Forte and Art Barganier. At a young age, she discovered her passion in many art forms, especially performing arts and writing. By the age of fourteen, she began performing spoken word poetry and studying her true passion. After graduating from the University of Houston with a bachelor?s degree in broadcast journalism, she continued her writing career in television and radio. Since 2006, she has been an administrator for Be A Champion, Inc., a non-profit organization providing after school enrichment and tutorial programs in the Houston area.<\/p>\n

As a bilingual English and Spanish performer, writer and presenter, Barganier works with children in her daily life, reinforcing positive self-expression through art and creative writing. She continues to spread the importance of knowledge about the effects of domestic violence through her Stop Shops, the practicum concept behind her book, Squeaky Speaks. Since the age of 12, she has been performing spoken word poetry nationwide, and in 2009 she qualified for the National Poetry Slam Competition.<\/p>\n

These seminars focus on the elements of play therapy, the natural and familiar form of positive self-expression for children. Her passion for stopping the cycle of domestic violence drives her career, aspirations and art. Barganier lives in Houston, Texas with her dog, Winston, the inspiration for the pet in her book.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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