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Volume 1


Spring 2007


Verse

Shehla Wynne

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Shehla Wynne

Shehla is the Associate Editor for Papercuts magazine's Vol. 15 Fables & Folklore. A co-founder of DWL, Shehla has been actively involved with DWL and Papercuts over the years in a variety of roles. She currently works for a law firm in Manhattan and is an Associate Director of DWL.

        
      
       
            
              

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Dark hair framing a seemingly innocent face

Perfectly curved body dancing on the stage

Pouty lips spread in a beguiling smile

Satin-smooth skin a creamy white

Displayed for the Vultures to feast their eyes

Clothes at her feet, wads of cash around her thigh.

Sitting on my high pedestal of Morality

I shudder with Holier-Than-Thou pity

The lowest a woman could ever be

But she sells her body for money, at least

I do the same for fake promises and hollow feelings

She is far better than me.

 

 

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