A Poem

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Cat eye glasses,
Even in the tub so I can
Feel the glam
And see
I am always the meeting place between
Pleasure and functionality
Listening to Dua Lipa in my olive oil bath
I poured extra virgin into the tub, added lavender bubbles
Hot hot water
I am soup
My body eases in
To the tub
To the music
To my early 40’s
To the reality that even though I felt one way for a long time
Now I must feel another
Love came, love went, love will return better and new
Lather, rinse, repeat. …


A Poem

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We all want love.
We all want love.

We all want to love.
We all want to love.

Humans are complex.
Maybe it was not on purpose.

Maybe it was more about him.
Than it was about me.

Maybe it was sad for him too.
Maybe it was not as easy as it felt.

We all want love.
We all want to love.

Now dig
Dig

Dig
Dig

Dig down
To get to a place where

Not being loved
Not being able to love

Doesn’t hurt as much.

©Jenny Justice. All Rights Reserved.

Jenny‌ ‌Justice‌, Poet.‌ ‌Sociologist. Teacher. Mother. Woman…


A Personal Reflection

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Some days are easier than others, but as anyone who has been through a devastating breakup can tell you, it comes in waves. Grief is a process. And when you are going through a break up what feels so strange is that the person you used to grieve with, that was your person, is not going to be the person you can grieve the break up with. You are in grief because of this person, after all! You are mourning what you miss about them, what you miss about what you had together — all of those words, those dreams…


A Poem

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The meme said something like
Love is a man shoveling snow or

Love is a man clearing the snow off of your car,
And I think yes, sure, yes

He did that, and I loved it when he did that and I always said thank you and
I always said I appreciated it and him and he knew —

He would get up, turn on my car, brush and scrape
And I would feel loved.

But, now I don’t because that was not
I suppose, love enough — it was just maybe practical kindness, and —

What if it is…


A Poem

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Birthday suit birthday cute
It’s only been seen by a handful of people
Select few
Who didn’t appreciate it enough
Seen by thousands I suppose if you count
The summers in the woods of Michigan in August, our Festival
All naked women all the time
Dancing singing walking dreaming
That space is gone now
It wasn’t appreciated either
I don’t know when I will show this wonder
To anyone again or how but I know the next time I do
It will be given the respect it’s due

All I can think is isn’t it nice to not be living…

Jenny Justice

Poet | Mom | Sociologist | Author | Brings Poetry to life with empathy, connection, joy, justice, and feeling. Poetry Fangirl ❤POM Poet❤

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