A Lil' Poetry

2/14/10

The choruses of “NARODNI TRIDA” still ring in my head. I wonder if “Ee-ya-ee-bumba-whey” will ring true this long.

The only thing now is truth. I have to be honest – to not be....

Last semester was a whirlwind of tears
This semester feels like it’s taken years
To get to.

And yet I’m still complaining
About this and that
Still looking in the mirror thinking
“God I look so fucking Fat.”
I’m still TALKING about the past. I still feel like it’s not
the Last.
I look at my future and I know what’s in store
But will it be amazing
Or will it be a bore?
[I’m still writing poetry a trait you might find
Comes naturally to people
Of my kind]

But I’m not so great at it
Like Hope or like Mina
It just is what it is
Writing verse is like ... eyugh!

It’s silly I know
To rhyme like I do
Aren’t I 20?
Isn’t it time for Anew?

Well I am in Africa.
That is a fact.
With a big sign saying
LOVE ME!
Displayed on my back.

I wish I knew the answer
I wish it were straight
But you know me
Always too many things on my plate.