my interests are primarily veggies and avoidance so idk

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Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day
by Nikki Giovanni

Don’t look now
I’m fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night

Is it that my nails
     keep breaking
Or maybe the corn
     on my second little piggy
Things keep popping out
     on my face
     of my life

It seems no matter how
I try I become more difficult
     to hold
I am not an easy woman
     to want

They have asked
     the psychiatrists     psychologists     politicians and
     social workers
What this decade will be
     known for
There is no doubt          it is

If loneliness were a grape
     the wine would be vintage
If it were a wood
     the furniture would be mahogany
But since it is life          it is
     Cotton Candy
          on a rainy day
The sweet soft essence
     of possibility
Never quite maturing

I have prided myself
On being in that great tradition
     albeit circus
That the show must go on
Though in my community the vernacular is
     One Monkey Don’t Stop the Show

We all line up
     at some midway point
To thread our way through
     the boredom and futility
Looking for the blue ribbon and gold medal

Mostly these are seen as food labels

We are consumed by people who sing
     the same old song          STAY:
                                                     as sweet as you are
                                                     in my corner
Or perhaps                                    just a little bit longer
But whatever you do                     don’t change baby baby don’t change
Something needs to change

Everything     some say     will change
I need a change
     of pace     face     attitude and life
Though I long for my loneliness
I know I need something
Or someone.

I strangle my words as easily as I do my tears
I stifle my screams as frequently as I flash my smile
     it means nothing
I am cotton candy on a rainy day
     the unrealized dream of an idea unborn

I share with the painters the desire
To put a three-dimensional picture
On a one-dimensional surface

(Source: apoemaday)


the truth is that i can come off as cruel or unforgiving or nitpicky or annoying or pretend but in all honesty, i am filled to the brim with too many emotions and i am working on myself.  i am not easy to be around all the time and i am not always easy to maintain contact with, i know this about myself.  as nikki giovanni said, ‘i am not an easy woman to want’ and i resonate with that so clearly it breaks me apart.  but i am honest and trying to live and make an okay world for all people.

this picture is from july.  things were different then, but not really.