Moving

[TJ]

Walking the street with downcast eyes
Tear drops overflowing, on cheecks they dry
Here I am once again
Being ripped away from where I've been
Sometimes it seems I just can't win

I so hate moving
It's not of my choosing
I equate it with LOSING

My ass is tired
Must work 10 days in a row
To be a $14/hr ho

My energies are sapped
I'm getting a bad rap
Get up, go to work 10 days straight
Seems thats all I ever fuckin do

And they bitch when I'm late
I'm getting real burnt
I'm beyond irate

And then there's the question
Of the Prince's dejection
You know I really love you, don't you?
Is it true that my words in jest made you blue?

Look in my eyes
You'll see they don't tell no lies
Only sorrow, tear stained cheecks,
And sad brown eyes

 

[plazma]

I like the three line rhyming structure that you've chosen for this poem. It has an interesting off kilter style, which definatley suits the subject matter, and seems to lend it an almost wry character above and beyond the frustration and sadness.

A very interesting, and empathy inspiring poem.

-plaz out-