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 … 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…