Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada

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

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

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

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

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

This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words