I heard
every "Melissa,"
"Aliyah. . . ."
Your body
Making babies,
With the girls
Renting your mind.
My body was
Asking, "baby?"
Of the men
I clung to
The way I
Did you.
This body
Seeks a future;
We chart courses,
To different places,
Buy our tickets
One-way.
This body knows
What it needs,
But I, it's progenitor,
Am hesitant,
Disagree.
I call you mine
By mistake, but
Mean it all
The same.
YOU ARE READING
Reader's Notes
PoetryA growing collection of prose, old and new, from the teenage years: stories, passing thoughts, poetry. Mental imagery and dialogues straight from thoughts to text. Feel free to leave a comment with feedback or pointing out a small mistake somewhere...
