Inopportune Poems
Poems tend to invite themselves to my mind
When I’m supposed to be doing other things
Like homework, driving, or paying attention in class
My creativity flourishes
The need to write consumes me
I can't let the perfect palabras
Waste away simply because I'm on the clock
My inner poetess would be pissed
I must give in to her and these poems
They are the only things keeping me sane
In this dry, monotonous routine
Copyright © Angelica Grier | Year Posted 2012
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