Can’t you see I’m growing ?
With height and strength of recycled ambition coming and going
Can’t you see I’m living ?
Top down , too tight shorts clinging to air as I adjust my tube top
I’m riding the wave of life without letting the riptide ambush me and my emotions undress me.
What’s a girl without a little fun ?
Simply boring
Dissolve in my curves , indulge in my words as I spell out my dreams in MLA format big enough to read.
Bid me goodbye , kiss me goodnight as the sun sets in our little story and I go back to the ghetto where the sidewalks are cracked.
I hear the oomph sound when the car hits the pothole and I smile cause I’m home.
The place where growth is limited ,problems are heightened and always reminding.