My mother first wrote it
on my birth cert
by street name, by nature.
“You shouldn’t do that,
you’re no race horse.”
Then why am I running, running
perpetually
carrying little men who kick me.
Filling the hole won’t fill me.
If I eat sugar, orange candy
and lots of honey
I won’t hear the boys be mean to me.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
My mother first wrote it
on my birth cert
by street name, by nature.
“You shouldn’t do that,
you’re no race horse.”
Then why am I running, running
perpetually
carrying little men who kick me.
Filling the hole won’t fill me.
If I eat sugar, orange candy
and lots of honey
I won’t hear the boys be mean to me.
