A portrait
(2014)
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
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…
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it