by Danielle Harshbarger
To be the
You were looking at me intently
As we were talking
Not only did I lose the chance to
be Happy in a whole new way
That was icing on the cake you burned
but I lost a friend, such a good one
Ugly faces sneer
Ugly faces here
They hold no real meaning
They have no redeeming
They hold no knowledge
Found outside college
we know you’re here for that dollar quickwhole life been dollar sick
since the trust fund became a must fundlet money do the talkin’white-collar politic
the first girl who touched mestoppedat my cheek.brushed past my lipswith waves of shynessand held my hand.
Capturing the depths of simplicity,
Focus on the detail,
Suppose I became a singer….
Would you criticize my voice then?
Suppose I became a model….
Would you criticize my weight then?
Suppose I became an actress….
I didn’t come here to look good. I came here to be good.Whether it was or it wasn’t… I believed that it would be.
“All good days will come to an end one day”