Surprise me. Thrill me. Move me.
For I’ve stood still waiting for something
unreal.
About through with refreshed evidence of your before and afters
Your annoying distractions of your flawless, exposed skin
Enormous bosoms, boastfully peeking out of your low dip shirt
or the endless, empty bottles of booze taken nights when you told us how “shitfaced” you were
But where is your daughter? Your heart? Where is truth? Where is art?
There was nothing respectful that happened in my head that day
Then I thought about how sad it was that I saw the world this way
I am a prude. I am no better. I am sick. I vent. I own up to my thoughts.
I accept. I have grown.
