Take me down from the ivory pedestal you have me on
I am but a simple gurl
Average really in my own eyes
Just a simple gurl
Nothing special, just the ability to weave words
Weave them into something real
It doesn't make me something special
Just a simple gurl

The ivory pedestal is just far to fall from
And fall I will as I always do
I make mistakes
Create a mess
Sleep too late
Eat too much
Smoke like chimney
Swear way too much

Nothing about me to make a fuss
Just a simple gurl
You will soon see
Average in your eyes I will be
The words weave themselves from my pen
Swirling and twisting in the wind
Settling down on paper
All on a whim

So take me down from the ivory pedestal
I do not belong there
In this comfortable chair I will sit
Weaving my words as I see fit
Telling my tales of woe
My tales of lust
Tales of love won and lost
Tales of my lifes twisted paths

Very good poem

I agree, I get nosebleeds on pedestals, and the defiance disorder comes out to play.

Great words Jenni.

Beautiful Jenni your words and truth you share with us everyday are very meaningful to many of us.And yes we all fall and make mistakes..but if they put you on that pedestal stand proud and if you slip and fall get back up there and be the beautiful soul that you are...HUGS Pam

Awwwwwwwwwww g/f you are who you are just the way we love ya

awesome (applauds)

We will build you an Ivory staircase in the back!

I agree with Pam....