I have retired,
long ago, from my duties
my wonderful job
That has made me millions.

You best think twice
before your arrogance rolls
from the tip of your tongue.
Know, when you undermine me
Next to others among,
That I have made millions.

I’ve fed mouths
Raised beautiful souls,
Scrubbed till my skin cracked,
Squatted till my bones ached,
Cooked art till my heart was content but,
I have no right to complain
I never look back on my life with shame,
because I have made millions.

I arose at the glint of the sunrise
Filled my ears with the bellowing
Of vendors and their creaking carts
Sacrificed my sleep
To sustain my job
because my efforts are worth millions.  

I was dedicated,
Worked hard for my family,
my tendrils of hair askew
I continued my work
Masked my emotions,
Even when I was feeling blue
all because I was too busy making millions.

I kept my “office” ***** and span
Invented my own tips and tricks
since I was passionate
about making millions.

I wonder if you think I am worthless but
I simply sit back and smile because
I tell myself
I was a queen in my line of work
I didn’t just make beds,
I made wonderful souls
It never required money
I never had to get paid  

Now,
The thin wrinkles on my hand
Remind me that
I am more than satisfied,


Because I know
I’ve made millions.

I prefer to rhyme.

It's a canvas my hands are forced to paint in.

It's a limit I'm given, to try for more creative.

It's a gimmick that stands, supporting what the aim is

To have purpose when pressing record,

before I say this.

It fuels my imagination
Intensifies my passion
And directs my emotions

Overwhelm me and let me create.

I come from a place where I wake to the steaming sun and I sleep in heavy darkness
I want to go to the place where I sleep under the lights and wake to grey clouds
I live in a home where the lark-bird sings much too early in the morning
I wish I could set up home where the engines sing, where the factories pollute the noise
Blocking my ears, my thoughts, my tears
Dark and grey, the would be  
maybe then, they would be dark enough
To see.

To everyone you are lily
And you hold that flower within
Yourself, hoping that no one squeezes too tight
And crushes the petals
Broken, they said  

To her you are a rosary without a cross
Wrapped around the necks of those
That care to love you too much
And willing to spill sinful poison
Decaying, she always said  

To yourself you are less than a daisy
Picked at relentlessly
Never fresh in the way that is expected of you
And willing to submit to the picker
Until you’d rather be dead

But you could be a rose
If only you’d indulge
Shamelessly, cross-less
And let it all spill around you
The red.

I was tuckled down by my shadow!
it got on top of me and beat the living **** out of me
it said if i dont get my life together
i will be unsatisfied forever!

Passionate Creative
with rhythm of music
driving me forward
I've rounded alot of curves
I've taken alot back roads
I got lost a couple times
With my resilient determination
I found my way around the curve
With music keeping me company
This creative journey I've spilled
alot of my poems along the way
Colorful abstracts I do admit
Spiritual some
Fun a few
Daring oh yes
I'm not done yet
There's a long highway ahead
I am not done yet
I hope do my best abstracts
On this last stretch
Keep on Keeping on
My Creative soul
© Jennifer Delong 11/24/18