My mother asks,
what did you do today?
Nothing or not enough,
I brace for impact
No work, no pay
Makes me a lazy girl.
I work but don’t exercise
Exercise but bad diet
Incomplete and obese
Big brained but disappointing bod
I’m anxious about the sun
Of time ticking by
I’m too young to be any good
Too busy with wasting time
I want to be a producer
Just like that broadway play
Crafting stories not excuses
To be passionate and gay
I want a vocation, a calling
A career with adequate pay
I want to be complete
At least that what my mother would say
Pursuing Prose & Poetry 