My light skinned tattoos drown in high waisted shorts
I’m fearless, ready to take over the world
I believe in my vision
Forest green sun
Jack-O-Lanterns in July
Secret Santa in March
My truth is my power.
Disco on the moon with no suit
Eat salted algae from the plastic oceans
Catch a firefly with no lantern
I’m defeated, but not in disbelief
I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors;
Inner Critic will join me.
Chin to the sky
I meditate to silence constant two questions
Why does Inner Critic thrive on pain?
Why do I enjoy chaos?
Inner Critic loves a power play
I’ll mirror the grin,
Muse graciously on a double take.