18.5.12

I’m not a Bad Person / I’m my Own Person






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

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:

Anonymous said...

the saddest thing about mental illness is the fact that it reduces the ability of suffers to recognize the symptoms in themselves