Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important