Just Sayin'

Should I make my smile louder? Would that be enough?Or should my pants be tighter, showin’ all my stuff?

I cut my hair today, the way you said you liked it.What? It’s too short now? But I thought you said... never mind.

To be beautiful, that’s where it’s at, not like me—all big and fat.But what if I made myself beautiful? Moved out the fat and shoved in the implant?Would you like me then? Fake and unnaturally thin?Could I ride the bus at no charge like the one whose breasts are so large?

Why do you glare at me that way?Do you like what you see? Do you... want it?

Hey—my face is up here.Should’a known your mind was elsewhere.

WORK DAY:Hustle. Bustle. Shuffle. Scuffle.Sit. Stand. Push. Excuse me, Love. Please don’t shove.Rush. Cuss. Fuss. Patience is a must.In God we trust… NOT!

SOCIETY:A glob of judgmental attitudes.Selfish. Self-righteous. Full of self. SELFIES.Lost, found and lost again.Hungry for something solidwhile living off the emptiness of false positives.A place where right is never enough,and where wrong will be right soon enough.

People brag on summer days, sayin’“Look at my tan—darkened by three shades.”Beautiful. Perfect. The world envies you.

“But hey,” I then say, “look at me.Don’t y’all like my tan, too?”

“Well, no,” they then say.“It’s not the same if it’s stuck on you.It’s not a tan if you’re a jigaboo.”

... Just sayin’