If I Lived On My Own
A poem for daydreaming.
If I had the courage to live on my own,
I would never again eat fast food or processed sweets.
I would be a queen, upon her golden throne.
The foyer would have a green jungle undertone,
due to the hundreds of different kinds of plants
if I had the courage to live on my own.
Maybe I would unplug every damn house phone,
and accidentally fail to let anybody know.
I would be a queen, upon her golden throne.
I’d blare music by artists unknown
like Years & Years, Finding Hope, and Echos
if I had the courage to live on my own.
I’d survive in my own time zone
because I wouldn’t need permission, or have to tiptoe.
My God, I would be a queen, upon her golden throne.
I’d bring handsome men home without being disowned,
and start a new career every week
if I had the courage to live on my own.
Oh what beauty to be a queen, left alone on her golden throne.
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Gina Gidaro
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