(2014)
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Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know