poem.
Sofia Doria-Quesada
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