Crybaby. (poem/book#2)
Crybaby.
Popcorn ceiling’s
Peeling,
Got me feeling woozy.
Too bad I am
Just a baby,
Snoozing.
Breast milk
Tastes like candy,
Poverty means branding –
Baby’s shoes
Are trending.
Will you
Change your mind,
For me?
I don’t believe
That I deserve this.
I am
Filled with tears
When I see you –
Smoking.
Hor(r)o(r)scope:
Am I
Losing my mind?
I don’t believe that
It’s hereditary, but
I don’t have
An answer.
I’m not yet one,
But my lungs are so
accustomed to your share of cancer.
Action Plan:
It’s not too late.
It’s not too early.
Inspired
thoughts of the week: Teamwork is possible.
Teamwork is ____________________.
Have you read: Perfect?
Have you read: Perfect?
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You did it! Your self-authorized voice is both mighty and lovely. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your existence. Thank you for your leadership.
With Admiration,
fern the poet