(2014)
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words