Poems by
THOUGHTS ON THE 5PM J TRAIN
Diane Dawson
Heading home, not too excited Sleeping: Not a big deal anymore, no one to keep me warm on a cold winter’s night Eating: I need to keep my strength up, its no big deal My body: Wearing baggy clothes, so no man can see Showers: (Overrated.) No one can get close enough to really smell me anyway Feeling invisible, sometimes it’s cool, can be around 100 people, and i’m all alone with my evil thoughts Am I still a poet? I don’t know Music, the key to my sanity: It fills the empty holes all over my body
ME, MYSELF AND I Me, selfish me, greedy me, give it to me, don’t care about nobody but me, give me money, who do I trust? Me! Me has no doubts, no regrets, no remorse, no mercy. Who stabbed you in the back? Me! Don’t fuck with me. Myself, I don’t want to be by myself, no confidence in myself, ashamed of myself, no self-esteem, no hope, I talk to myself, I eat by myself & I sleep by myself, I got myself infected. I am woman, I am strong, I am smart, I pay taxes, I walk with my head held high, I am a poet & you know it, I can push your buttons, I can kick your ass, I know what I want & I want it now. Me, Myself and I These are the 3 elements that hold my being together—they cannot exist alone because there is a constant battle within, as they try to dominate each other. I am good, however, I am evil and everything in between. I am street, however, I am educated I am love, however, I am hate I am Diane
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