(2015)
Proverbs 13:12 'Expectation postponed makes the heart sick'
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work