Here I am
Writing a poem
‘Poem’ kinda rhymes with ‘am’
No direction. Just writing.
Moms being naggy
I don’t wanna sleep just yet.
Dad’s worried about telling potential groom’s
That I stake pills for an anxiety disorder.
Mom and I are pissed off at his level of dishonesty.
Marriage, wow. I didn’t think this way.
I am so judgemental, want the guy my way.
From my culture but also hates living in this country. Where’s he?
But they won’t force me to wed, they know I myself am enough to scare the grooms away.
And now this is becoming less poems-y. There’s a word for this kind of poem, I forgot. Whatever.
Hmm I need to fix this poem.
Look at me trying to be a smartass
Critiquing my own poem. Within a poem. I rock, Future Husband. I just do. Just see the bard that I am. Ugh. I sound terrible but
Again my attempt at the poem
This free-writing, braindumping poem
The mosquito-net needs to be fixed.
I needs my sleeps.