poem.

5-18-16

Following you blindly

Fallin’ through the dark

Your love makes the blind see

Makes my rude words leave my lips kindly

With no complaint, I live divinely

I’m no saint, but, sometimes I try to be.

 

I spent 5 whole years

Learned to despise a drink, but I like the taste of beers

Shed my share of blood and tears

Not a reason to be insincere, shamelessly they cleared

Pass me a glass of milk and cookies for my graduation cheers

 

The life of a woman, what a beautiful disaster

Hair all disheveled and face whiter than plaster

No make up on, but she can still do twice the work as a man

And faster

 

Burnt old “has been’s” slip her a tip

Leaking insecurities in the twisted compliments they spit

Desperate for her smile

In her pity, she permit he stay for a while

 

This lean mean fighting machine queen’s got a dream, so it seems…

 

And This queen’s always been an eclectic electric dyslexic

Trying to communicate is downright hectic

Thought I’d live life alone, till my quirks I’d perfected

 

Seems I’m unaware, as they stop and stare.

This diabolical daredevil dazzles to drop dead dangerous degrees, I do declare.

By Sofia C. Doria-Quesada