What should I pull on?
you love me cause you hate to
Car passed away so I push on
You use me taste like grapefruit
Its too late for the both of us
positive vines we growing
We’re nobody’s, who’s gonna notice us
Try hard introvert I stay showing
I’m gone so when I leave captivate me in eaze
hanging in the branches of oak
with a cool breeze lifeless brushing against trees
You wrote in the bark my life was a joke
You’re still here so I guess you understand,
why was I made too much less than a man
-RRICH
About the Creator
RRICH
18 year old practicing poet
Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley7 days ago in Fiction
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