I suppose I must be greedy…
Asking for air and food and life
and then to top it off I also have to have
clothes and shelter and a way in the world
Now the audacity, the sheer selfishness
that I expect to be loved and admired too!
Who do I think I am?
Apparently I must be insecure and needy
for wanting support and security-
Dreaming a dream that dreamers dream
high on impossibility because
you ain’t shit if you need praise …Â right?
So how dare me want to live on a higher rung
in the hierarchy-
Not just a mudslinging hairless ape
crouched around a fire- because that is all well and good
But not good enough
because eating a can of beans in
cardboard box on a curb
Is more than enough for this diva
If I could just get you to say…
once…
that you love me just as much or more
than I love you…
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