My newest poem "Plain Jane"
- Eunique'Qua B
- Feb 15, 2018
- 1 min read
Her 9 to 5 Job
Familiar Drive for years
Her hair never seems to grow
Shoes, bright as snow
Same clothes, same old
Plain Jane
Gathering her spawn from 8 to 11
On the bus a quarter to 7
Get ready for work and hit the road
God this shit is old
She lives with a stranger
They both wear rings
She signs with exhaustion
She is thinking new things
Plain Jane
The cap popped off
The cup is spilling blood from her wrist
Petal to the metal, Red is all she sees
Drag racing is the rush she needs
Yet her end was a game of foreign roulette,
She got drunk and made herself a bet
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Plain Jane
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