My dear Oppressor
Although it bothers You not
You do piss Me off
I know and You know
You’ve not a conscious conscience
I’ve not a strong will
Piece of some screenplay.
Hoped it was a script, I did.
But no — it’s your life.
I’m speaking to You
I was looking forward to
Crazy, crazy nights
It is saddening
how much damage he can do
‘fore she stops caring.
‘Tis most true to say
she was stolen away by
her integrity.
You feigned happiness
I do understand I do
I deserve no truth
Photo Credit: Unknown Woman, Milwaukee
Give back all the Days
The time my eyes covered you
Not seeing your Love
Wanna win me back
Become a storyteller
Now explain yourself
This is my Friday
My Clear-And-Starry-Eyed Day
My “What’s The Past?” Day
