If you don’t love me
why do you keep me?
If you don’t love me
why do you care?
I stood before you
my hands out in supplication
tears crowding the corners of my eyes
mouth turned down
a sad clown’s frown
while raven’s clawed at my hair.
I rend my clothes
blacken my cheeks
with mascara rivers
as you stare in disbelief.
Suddenly I stop
and look at the number above you
realizing I am at the wrong house.
The one I needed to guilt lived at 217
and I was at 271.
Awkward…….
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A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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