they told the people
you do not need all that, ‘power crap’
we cam all,
fight for the same dreams

i hope my poetry
grows with me
i am afraid of black and white
i hope i really grow

i am walking towards stephanie
an angel to hold me tight

i can never have enough of you
i never needed anyone
as much as i need you
do not ever leave me

i wonder about it all
like everyone before me
a childhood bought from the reject bin
all those things
can you ever make it good

i am not longer interested –
in my ideals
and now it is hard to get excited
about the way i feel

look inside my eyes
what do you see?
someone else, or is it the real me
here are the keys, set me free
from intolerance and shifting sands

someone made her tummy grow
seems like she is in the family way
she will be out soon
thinking of yesterday