The world will always be a reborn adolescent

Surprise me. Thrill me. Move me.

For I’ve stood still waiting for something



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.

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