(2014)
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
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
