There was something about
her that made me wanna come
back for more.
To even donate to her
trying cause.
I'm even in the mood to try something new
tonite, vanilla, maybe?
Feeling as if I was left to be
all alone, by myself tonight.
Sitting while awaiting, in anticipating
fulfilling, this desperation
for success
with the sweet
taste of vanilla crème.
Crossing my legs positioning myself
oh so carefully under a lace top table cloth of an island
of porcelain cups and
sterling silver flatware, I glanced up at her.
My mind made had ponder as
she wander towards me,
Well, is she?"
It was as if she had sweetened each sip of coffee with this bitter taste of reality.
"Only the ladies who are asked back are permitted to say."
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SPOKEN VOICES
PoetryI wanted someone to take an interest in me not as a pretty face but because I had something to say. I wanted my poetry to feel ugly. When I was a little girl, I was told, little girls should always act like a lady. I had to lose my voice just so...
