(2014)
#Writing
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
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
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work