An invisible existence walking through doors unseen yet heard. A mark left in all the aaa’s and bbb’a and a few cc’s back at ya.
Conditional me heart pumping the same blood as the anyone else yet still invisible
to life past the clean up crew.
My legacy complete in more than enough bucket list goals and conversational variety.
Bored by the flirty mr. rogers and temptations to ease loneliness left empty by its
Motivation to stay put and watch all the events pass me bye
with no remembrance of my face but the echo of my words.
Conditional with running
the roads and wrapping taylor made gifts captured in… dries up photos.
Born too late
or too soon or fundamentally designed to be the life of the party until the buzzer
to be better than i was
yet too tired to care much
and too fired up to stop fighting for what is right.
Wise stupid girl
showing up for everyone and resentful for the microwave meal for one
at the end of the day.
My programming set to defect that
leaves me one sided in all my relations with no time to
understand what happened.
not good enough
to be anyone’s anything beyond a stand in for applause in the sidelines and
I suffer in silence in hopes of not needing too much.
My conditioning to be
the statue outspoken for their amusement but
must calm down once i am off the stage.
cook with a
quickie if he wants but never show you
that wouldn’t be ladylike.
Females only hold masculine power
if the crown is bought first and etiquette to stay in my lane is
If i fall out of line
just once or always my punishment is more severe cuz
i am suppose to know better.
I have known better from day one
strandling tom boy to be picked for the team with a generic barbie doll in my hand.
Look pretty and say shocking things that entertains
the elite guests gazing proud at the preconscious
whipper snapper. Conditional hired help to volunteer each time
they ring the bell.
Aged out of
being surprisingly bold
in an instant old maid
to the business meeting restating the rules to make medium, not big or small waves.
Energy is for the youth and i did not pay my enrty fee to make the cut as taken
Aholly hobby now
urban legend that will most likely be told for centuries
and probably illustrated with a woman buried with her cats and
an enigma to be feared.
My legacy conditional on those who will tell my story through different lenses,
not person ever
knowing the truth, though the truth is the same ole story.
to laying down a narrative for anyone to design and not
a thing i can do about it or want to correct.
I will be dead and no man has control over the headlines on the day the world blew up.
Encased in stone pompeii holding hands
with another lost souls who stopped in time to be together in a mystery for the tourist and cave dwellers
A dusty gravestone
with the letters
faded to just L
,,,,,,,and a J who we name……. janelow or lady jewel dust.
A copper signpost to mark
the universal story of another invisible entity that we can only imagine
what life was like back then.
An conditional legacy given to an unconditional world and no control as to how
I will be remembered,,,,,, but luckily history only has two choices.
The hero or
to entertain the new born
with the light
in their eyes to be the next spontaneous bold.
Conditional. angry glitter.