A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

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

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

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…

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones