After “Troubled,” yesterday’s dark poem, I thought you might need a little bit of teenage sass. According to the folk who have to put up with me, I still have a bit too much sass from time to time.
I’m the Boss
Chandra Lynn (Age: 15)
Just because you aren’t here
doesn’t mean I must be lonely;
I admit that I see others,
but in my heart, you’re my one and only.
I received your letter last week
and I didn’t like the tone of your voice;
it seemed as though you were saying
that I must make a choice.
A choice, you say?
Either you or my friends?
That’s not much of a choice;
any mind can comprehend.
Who do you think you are
to tell me what to do?
I know how to live my life
and I need no help from you.
I don’t mean to sound harsh;
I’m just trying to get my point across.
I need to let you know
that when it comes to me, I’m the boss!
This poem was written long before the concept of the “mic drop,” but this certainly feels like one of those moments. 🙂 And oh! It rhymes. I rarely wrote rhyming poems!
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It definitely has that mix drop feel. I was picturing saying it and walking away with some epic music 🎵
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Haha! Awesome!
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LOVE. It.
Boom. Hahaha.
Bravo!
Love the art as well Chandra. I almost didn’t move on to the words… taking it all in. 🙂
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Thanks, Sheila-girl! I’ve been thinking about what I will work on for this year’s Sept gathering. Radical edits, like those in this week’s posts? Or texture shots–unedited? So many decisions to make, but I need to do something easy. 😀
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YAY! All fab choices, Chandra. 🙂 So excited you will be able to join in, it’s not the same without you. 🙂 You always make me ouu, ahhh and whoa! Haha. 🙂
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I just added another option–one photo 30 edits. Intriguing, eh? 😀
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That certainly is some sassy sass going on there. Do you remember who you were addressing this to?
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Considering my age (15) and knowing I didn’t have a boyfriend at that age, I’m sure this is purely imagination–maybe, in response to something I read or watched on television.
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