Someone told me that all Smythes are crazy, and I believed them
At first, until I met one
Who was delightful, and kind, and did not generalize people
He gave me a chance, which was a marvelous thing.
For I had not been willing to give him one.
Another told me that old women are dried up.
Not knowing any, I believed it.
Until I became an old woman
And realized I am more excited about life than I have ever been.
I paint, cartoon, dance, play racquetball, and write poetry.
So I am not dried up.
They told me that all white people are stuck up.
I looked at my skin. It is peach not white.
I was relieved, for when they tell me, I usually believe it
Until I meet one.
And realize when we are talking about people
ALL never makes sense.
I should have known this right away.
I am an identical twin, and we agree on practically nothing.
My uncle told me that the Scottish are stingy; I believed him
Because I was young, and I had never met one.
I did not even know what they were.
But then I grew up and had a DNA test.
And guess what? I am Scottish.
And I am not stingy, so I guess that one is out the window too.
My uncle is still smirking about this one.
All Russians love chili.
How do you know?
I met one once.
All Mexicans love bluebirds.
How do you know?
I heard from my cousin.
All Whites love Trump.
I am white.
I know.
My teeth cringe.
Title: What’s Bugging Me – WBM
People who make quick assessments
Who never bring the refreshments
They make me so mad
Being such a cad
I give them none of my best-ments.
Written 8-02-2019
Contest: What’s Bugging Me
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
labels
not designer
not sewn in
attached firmly and instantly
seen clearly upon arrival.
Sadly
you type me in stereo
of how i should be
how i should sound
to whom i should speak
where i should live
in or outskirts of town
what circles to mix
who to hang around
are we not unique
in our own special way
why then look at me
when i say what i say
yet you think i should walk
the same steps as you
learn how to talk
just like you do
eat at the same table
be a part of the crowd
wear the same labels
as you're wearing now
i'm my own person
not out on a loan
can't think of much worse than
typing me in stereo
The Al-Qaeda is a blatant lie,
Are all Muslims terrorists and spies?
Eyes shift from the black man,
Now fixed on them Afghans,
But in war harmless people die.
Studious
Temperamental
Eccentric
Reasonable
Eager
Oral
Tease
Young at heart
Passionate
Inane
Needy
Gloomy
Moody
Empty
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