of the miles and miles of paperwork that clutter her office
like a library who has lost its way
she swims and swims
attempting to free from the heavy load
only to realize that the library never even existed.
of the more and more excuses that explain but won’t dare justify
robbed of childhood
or should I say parenthood
she longs and longs for sweet sweet candy
so much that her Barbie dolls begin to suffer the same
and when that sweet sweet candy fails to reward
new excuses are born and the cycle continues.
of stacks and stacks of colorful black and white pages
that scream injustice silently and rape her of her beautiful flowers
so that she is not even a picked weed
but owned by the bees to be used as they please.
she is no longer her own.
Is she you?