When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
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
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically