Another Sucky Poem

Who are YOU
Standing there saying
my poem
sucks?

You-there
with your abusive pain
seemingly so smug –
Therapy years brought you
to this place.
A place where your word
cries the pain,
shouts the anger,
understands the
misunderstood.
You
no longer have to feel
INSIDE
because you give us your
Pain,
Anger,
Misunderstandings.

Are you
expecting me to own it
just because
mine isn’t so
out there?
I don’t shout to the world
My Life Sucks Too!
My parents-
take me for granted
My sister-
self-centered and cruel
No Beatings-
No shoutings –
No neglecting –


BUT,
When Mom and Dad die,
I’ll have no family.
So,
when you hear me
focus on the
funny-
quirksome -
magical-
don’t tell me my poetry
sucks.

I don’t need to cry out for it
to mean something
to be Literary.
I don’t need to say
“Fuck, Damn, or Bitch”
For you to say I can write
Let me do my thing.
I Give myself…
Permission to
Be Positive -
Permission to
Take mediocre joys
Bring them to you
As a
GIFT
For one split moment
You and I
Join the universe in a
Single Solitary Smile

This moment
Should never
Suck!




LLS