But….
I wasn’t properly trained.
There’s no money in poetry?
But…..my fridge is dirty;
And I had bad parents.
But it takes too much time.
And…..it doesn’t really matter.
And, no one cares.
Okay, I care…….A lot.
Okay-you’re right- I matter.
I’ll do it- for me. Now that there’s a me.
Because I feeeeel powerful?
So, why shouldn’t I be?
