Poems from shewhoknits
I'm a quirky, creative gal who isn't afraid to be just who she is with a mind going a mile a minute and big heart. My default mode is flippant sarcasm, and I love classic rock, cowboy boots, and leather jackets.
Busy sidewalks,
crowds of people—
rush rush rush.
No time, no time,
will not stop
hesitate—
Too busy busy busy
too much effort to see...
I have given you your share,
and you have left, my son.
Your brother stays,
helps with work just begun.
It has been so long,
so so long....
They say to sit down,
want me to shut up.
They say I'm too young,
I can't know.
Tell me I'm ignorant,
I'm naive.
But I am experiencing,...
A song for the brokenhearted.
The battered,
The bruised.
A song for the scared.
The trembling,
The timid.
A song for the fighters.
The...
Am I a can?
They categorize me,
say it's what I am.
But I am not made of tin,
don't hold soup inside me.
And still they try,
to beat me...