I can’t be stressed: I give too much
of a damn for the condemned,
demand too much for a dame
whose father told her to shut her trap.
But her mother told her to build a damn
for those tears and cut the crap.
Thoughts messier than tree’s roots, sappier
than a politician’s toots. I am happier
than the rich men. Greet the day, growing greyer
with teeth borned to be gritted, brows
made to knitted.
“Daddy didn’t teach ya how to smile?” He called.
I sneered, I don’t need to smile, I smite.
I am no damsel in distress.
Inspired by finals stresses and caffeine.