Everything’s on cue
you wouldn’t know what to
if I told you
The annual let down,
the frown
is coming around
I’m all anointed
in the disappointed
I’m appointed
to be alone
in a clattered home
and write these poems
to get relief
from unchecked grief
and ignored beefs
It’s another year
and I’m still here
on the same tier
assumed to have provisions
but the incisions
show derision
I will display
and communicate
a need for an embrace
Alas, I am nobody’s princess and
just tissue wrapped crimson
my birthdays are just lonesome
I am a reflection
of decades of disconnection
and rejection
I can’t help but to think it’s my own fault.
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