Twirly, whirly, curly Q
Hair upon my head.
People say it’s beautiful.
To me, it’s merely dead.

Twirly, whirly, curly Q
Whenever I take a nap,
I look like lightening came down from heaven
And gave me a little zap!

Twirly, whirly, curly Q
Whether wind, rain, or snow.
Humidity is my enemy
I have a **** afro.

Twirly, whirly, curly Q
People stop and stare.
They ask me if it’s natural
As if they really care.

Twirly, whirly, curly Q
I think it’s rather boring.
You pay buckets to look like me
It’s so freaking annoying.

Twirly, whirly, curly Q
Girls tell me that they’re jealous.
But if they really knew the struggle,
They’d agree it’s rather hellish.

Twirly, whirly, curly Q
Straight hair would be a dream.
I’d brush and brush and brush my hair
And never even scream.

Twirly, whirly, curly Q
Alas, it’s here to stay.
But I guess that’s what makes me different,
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tired of writing about sadness
Tired of writing about pain
I want to write about happiness
I want to write about gain

Tired of writing about boys
Tired of writing about girls
I want to write about unicorns
I want to write about pearls

Tired of writing about crying
Tired of writing about fears
I want to write about laughing
I want to write about cheer

Tired of writing about the future
Tired of writing about the past
I want to live in the present
I want to make it last

When I listen to music
And sing along in my head,
I hear poetry,
And I wish I could write something so beautiful.

Beautiful words seep out of the speakers
Twinkling in the air
Invisible notes
Prancing toward my ears.

The music makes me sway,
Sway with emotion, with passion, on the verge of tears.
In that moment, I am free.
I drown out the unharmonious world.

Lawn mowers, keyboard typing,
Talking, banging, flushing,
Boys screaming at their **** video games at 4am.
Don’t they have homework?

But who cares because I have the music
And the music has me.
We are not alone.
We are one unit.

The artists sing to me
But don’t know my name.
I dance around
Unaware of my pain.

An escape from the world
These people have given me.
I want to say thank you
For making the world a little beautiful.

For making me feel a little beautiful.

Those closest to you will always hurt you
They will say pretty words
Pretty words that don't mean a thing to them.
Everything to you.

They will put the biggest smile on your face
And they will smile back
And you will think everything is good.
You are happy.

You will feel safe
And cared for
And hope that one day that care will turn into love.
But you're mistaken.

Mistakes come easy to you
You always make them
You would think by now you would be used to it.
You're not.

You promise yourself you will never trust
Anyone, ever again.
But then another comes along.
There you go again.

You are afraid to trust
To open your heart
But you are also afraid to close it.
Maybe no one will ever find it.

You have to decide if it's worth it
The pain of making the same mistakes
Or the pain of never being happy.
Decision time.

Wandering mind, wandering heart,
A wandering star secretly falling apart.
My light shines brightly in the dark abyss
Looking for a destination, less hit more miss.

That’s a commonality.
People look at me but don’t really see.
They don’t know who I really am.
Outside, they see a fierce lion, inside merely a lamb.

Big smile on my face,
But inside a simple disgrace.
I joke and I tease
Putting on a front just to please.

I have no idea where I am going,
But I am afraid of anyone knowing.
Knowing the pain I keep inside.
Knowing the fear I try to hide.

The fear of being alone
Of being a cat lady fully grown.
Of no one to share life with
And love being merely a myth.

Every night I wonder if he’s out there,
That kind, silly boy with soft hair.
Someone to look at me and smile
Who holds my hand and asks me to stay awhile.

But where is this boy that I seek?
Will he be here today, tomorrow, next week?
Because every night he appears in my dreams
And he wants to meet me too or so it seems.

I am afraid to rely on boys for happiness,
But I still long for that one true kiss.
God will bring him to me so He swears.
That kind, sweet boy whom I will refuse to share.

I hate you.
At least, that's what I tell myself.
I will never forgive you.
At least, that's what I tell myself.
It's all your fault.
You will regret this.
It won’t work out.
I will move on.
It won’t bother me.
I deserve better than you.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
You were a mistake.
It doesn’t hurt.


It doesn’t hurt.
At least, that's what I’ll tell myself.