My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly

He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

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

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

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack