I am tired.
I want to write a poem
but I am too tired
and I don't quite have the
energy
to write something with quality
or actually
sounds good
so I am waiting for my
brain to wake up because it is
8:04 a.m.
and I am tired.
I am tired.
I want to write a poem
but I am too tired
and I don't quite have the
energy
to write something with quality
or actually
sounds good
so I am waiting for my
brain to wake up because it is
8:04 a.m.
and I am tired.
Nothing with flour
no bread
replaced with
matzo meal
potato starch
eggs that are the cost of two books
all of my life necessities in food
gone
replaced with
hard,
crunchy,
I have very mixed feelings about this poem, which I wrote when I was 9. Please enjoy, or at least humor yourself when Little Me rhymed "need" with "feed"! - Calico Frost
Animals and Equal
How am I supposed to know
what love is like
when I'm questioning love itself
when I'm questioning me
the world
this point in time that has
rubbed the fear
frustration
anxiety
into my skin
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