It’s writing or it’s nothing
It’s writing or it’s nothing
It’s writing or it’s nothing
It’s writing or it’s nothing
It’s writing or it’s nothing…
And so on…
These dreams of mine
That I have had since my hard childhood
These dreams of mine of doing good, should…
Have come to fruition.
But they never have
I played the game right
Went to a good school right
Married an upper middle-class boy – white
I even had a child. Gave birth to a boy
Vaginally.
But with an epidural
And the labor was long, the pushing 6 hours
But thanks in part to my sphinctoring powers
I was able
To not poop on the table.
Aren’t we grateful…for the little things in life