This One Time
at an Art Show
I tried to talk to
this Girl about Philosophy
she was a Philosophy
Student
She said
“ There’s a Baby over
there and I can’t stop staring at it ”
and I felt Sad
I’m not a Bad Person
I’m my Own
Person
I’ve had Several
Hysterical Pregnancies this Past Year
Do you know what those are?
They're when you have
the Symptoms but they're Only in your Head
I was Happy
cause Happy’s what
you’re supposed to be
but they were
deceiving me
my Babies
I’m not a Bad Person
I’m my Own Person
I have spoken to them
my Children
I know there are Four
of them
I know what they look
like
I know how they wear
their Hair
I know what their
Talents are
I know that I care
but it’s not Fair
they’re taking the Time
was supposed to be
mine
I’m not a Bad Person
I’m my Own
Person
I know Lots of Ladies
from the Town
I grew up in
I grew up in
they’re All about
their Family
and in Some Ways I
have to envy
an un Abashed Interest
in the Nxt Generation
the inTimacy of
Relations
between Mother and
Child
but I have to admit
I’m too Fucking Proud
I’m not a Bad Person
I’m my Own Person
I’m gonna do a Fine Job
you need to believe
but Parenting is not
my Fist Choice
Art is my Passion
Kids is Some Thing
that Kinda happened
I’m gonna keep
plowing
through my Personal
Ambitions
or my Resentment will
be take us All down
I’m not a Bad Person
I’m my Own
Person
I wanna be a Fairy
that dances
Any Thing that stops
me is to be mis trusted
I don’t want no
Blobs that hang off of my Boobs
but a'Pparently I’m
gonna so I Better get used
I’m not a Bad Person
I’m my Own Person
Part of me
understands
All these Ladies
back in the Days
in the Books that I
read
and the One’s on TV
who are Rich
who’ll just pay a
Bitch
to do it for ‘em
but that’s like the
Worst Thing I can imagine
That’s just Really
Selfish
you know?
and Some Sort of
Perversion
of a Tribal
Sisterhood
I’m not a Bad Person
I’m my Own Person
So there’s gotta be a
Balance
tween this Hatred
that I have
for answering to
Any One who isn’t me
not Really
and my Need to be a
Good Person
the Best that I can
be
cause I’m not a Bad Person
I’m just my Own Person
My Own Good Person
My Own Best Person
My Own Best Friend
and though I’m Sure
you’re Really Sweet
my Little Babies
that is Never
going
to change for me
1 comment:
the saddest thing about mental illness is the fact that it reduces the ability of suffers to recognize the symptoms in themselves
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