There is more than meets the eye
if you are weak you are yourself
if she is stronger than you she’s a bitch
If she stands up for herself she’s a bitch
what’s keeping her from jumping off the window
What does she want
she knows what she wants
a life for herself
one that looks good on the pictures so everyone wins
She always likes to balance things that way
Warm dim lights, eating out, her baby (her boy?) graying her hair
everything’s planned, like a loser
may be she needs to not be here
this place makes her mad
she cries a tear
This is the story of a child
of a mother
of not getting what they wanted
who will proceed to cut her hair
she waits for her mom in the bed
but she never comes
like olden times she knows when she’s left
Over breakfast she is momentarily haywire
the fried garlic and chili flakes fly
she doesn’t rush to clean it
she eats her food and drinks the juice.