If I were a rich girl
There'd be more questions
For you to ask me
How do you do?
What did you do?
Mind, body or soul?
A rich mind yields ideas
Ridiculed and persecuted
The sin is optimism
To be rich is not a crime
Yet persecution abounds
The sin is gluttony
Richness of spirit is applauded
And persecuted still
The sin is faith
If I were a mean girl
There'd be more
To say to you
Why are you?
What terror is this?
Sick, twisted or scarred?
Existence is key
To a life of pain
The disease of humanity
Psychosis is free
For the mean girls and boys
The screams of humanity
Physical wounds fade
Before sadism ends
The curse of humanity
If I were a straight girl
There'd be more or less
To say or ask
Do you love me?
Do I love you?
Do we love?
Insecurities run rampant
Just ask
The sin is love
Fear and fever and passion
Just do it
The sin is lust
In the end, what is left?
Mean it
The sin is life
About Me
- Cella
- Cella is currently in some far distant corner of the universe (no joke, she can see the actual corner!). Every so often she sends a communication back to Earth and it appears on this blog. No one knows how she does it, but that's the way it happens. With her odd mix of science and artsiness, she continues to do whatever she's doing in that corner of the universe (maybe selling off stars?). [any innacurate facts are purely Cella's fault]
1 comment:
There's something different about this poem.
I really loved it though. Probably one of my favourites of yours. Very existential. I like when people ask questions.
The last line doesn't sound like the point you're trying to get at though. I don't know, it seemed out of place now that you mention it.
<3Helena
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