Ain’t got no poems
In me tonight.
Sitting here staring
At this computer screen
Still blank as my mind
Still reeling from the day.
Too many girls,
Too much sugar,
It was bound to fall apart
Sooner or later –
Or both.
Funny, how adults
Don’t let our feelings show
As they happen to us,
Or sometimes at all,
The way kids do.
We forget how immediate
Self-expression can be,
And probably should be.
We bottle it up, scared
To serve it raw.
But kids haven’t learned
How to stew like that –
Raw is all they have.
And so it comes.
And, just as suddenly, it goes.
She’s seven,
The party resumes.
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