I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated