Punkchu8

Here is 23 1/2
my hair in rollers
on the toilet I sat on
as a child
as a teenager
I am a grown woman
my head is clear
but my heart is broke
just like my bank account
days are blending in with one another
I wonder if I’m doing this right
my life
not exactly like I planned
but still existing somehow
the ants that bite my feet
at night
remind me I’m alive.
I’m losing weight
and losing patience
to match the mind I lost last year.
I can never catch the man I love.
He is like a vapor.
Come close and he’s gone again.
But my skin tone is beautiful lately
So there is something to smile
about anyway
right here at 23 1/2

©2004 KaLeah Hicks

I sing a f***ked up song
if you know it, sing along
it goes one, two
one, two, one, two
it goes what’s a me
without a you?
it goes on into the night
where the candles burn
it goes deeper than that
it wonders will I learn
a Melodie like Ms.
a charming man
a silly wish
two turntables
and a Grimm Brothers fable
it goes on and on
it gets worse and worse
it gets sick enough
for you to call a nurse
I got a song so wild
it makes a statue smile
so when you hear my song
you know something’s gone wrong
and maybe you better take cover

©2004 KaLeah Hicks

don’t whisper.

Away