(2015)
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look