Poetry

My lack of Understanding

does not mean a lack of Empathy.

It merely means my empathy

may be misplaced.

I do not know your point of view.

But I am trying

and even if I fail

I am still learning

and hope to be a better person.

I am not a crusader.

So I failed.

I care

and so I tried.

I had to learn

the hard way.

No one will listen

if they have already made up their mind!

I am not here to be liked.

I came here to do the necessary.

Even if people do not like what I have to say.

So am I doing what I came here to do?

I write the things of my Heart,

my Thoughts,

my Soul,

my Opinions

and I am doing Alright!

Slowly they add up.

It is easy to get addicted.

So easy to let the thought

Oh it is only a dollar

sway your decision.

Then you add them up.

Higher and higher the total becomes.

These micro aggressions

turn into Micro Transgressions!

Small enough

she only fits on one leg.

When she gets older

she will cover the entire lap.

Until then I will enjoy the purrs

while she enjoys the pets.

Unpredictable.

Who am I going to be?

What will I write about today?

The muse strikes.

I am happy with the unknown.

Journeying along shaky edges.

Am I you?

Or are you me?

I am not unknown

but neither am I liked.

I am treated with kindness

or more often disdain.

If I become too bold

and yell myself out

there are those who slap me

expecting me to shut up.

This world needs me.

It just does not understand why.

How sexy is the vagina.

You play with my clitoris.

Masturbate my vulva.

Go around my cervix.

Penetrate my labia.

Making

me

Cum!

Pimples, pimples

Rah rah rah.

Pimples, pimples

hah hah hah.

Ohhhh I hate pimples!

Friends get hurt.

People are callous.

I was just joking!

Laughs are nervous.

No one wants to get Involved.

More friends get hurt.

The Game is no longer fun.