Anger.
She and I don't get along.
I avoid her.
The girl whispering nasty hush-hushes about you.
She and I don't get along.
I avoid her.
The girl whispering nasty hush-hushes about you.
The one that thinks you do not see.
That's her.
Anger.
I pick her last.
The lazy kid with 2 left feet.
Squinting at you for kickball choosing teams.
Anger.
She finds me unexpectedly.
When I am tired.
Her fingers stroke my lashes.
Anger.
I like your cousin better.
Resentment.
To me, she's always had better hair.
Anger.
Your name never quick off my tongue.
I take.
Then rearrange only to take some more.
Anger.
Unliked.
Unaccepted.
But Anger?
Considered awefully inopportune by most.
And socially illegitimate by many.
Sometimes it feels good to meet you face to face.
Unadulterated.
Honest.
A spade a spade.
Good hair really is overrated.
4 comments:
You've got a standing ovation from me this morning! Bravo, my friend...BRAVO!
Excellent writing! And tell me good hair is not over-rated. LOL.
Me & Anger have been hanging out a little ths week. She arrived uninvited. I don't like her so much and I'm ready for her to move on.
Enough about me - I LOVE this post. And your way with words always makes me smile. {{HUGS}}
Just the same as Kacey, Anger made an unexpected visit to me. She brought a lot of stuff. Finally after I'd given her dinner and a night in my soul I said, I'm sorry you'll need to please leave, you are no longer welcome. I too love your words and how they dance on the page and in my heart. Are reunion has done more for me than you'll ever know!
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