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Tanya Dhami Poem
When your walking in the store. Your butt hurts even more.
Diarrhea, Diarrhea.
When your driving your Shevi, your pants gets a little heavy.
Diarrhea, Diarrhea.
When you're taking a dance, oh no! You have chocolate pants.
Diarrhea, Diarrhea.
When your watching a couple birds, you feel a couple turds.
Diarrhea,Diarrhea.
When your tying your shoe, everyone sees your number two.
Diarrhea, (Oh yeah) Diarrhea.
Diarrhea? Oh yeah!
Diarrhea? OH yeah!
Diarrrheeeaa? Oh yeah!
UH, HUH.
Diarrhea.
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Tanya Dhami Poem
Going around and around on the carousel.
Hearing the whispers to let go of the living.
On and on, no I will no accept.
Stubborn? So what, I did not choose to be a ghost.
Truth is what I have to accept?
2/6/2020
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After years having no voice or control of myself.
Breathing away from paranoia and anxiety.
Can no one put me in shackles and chains.
Does it feel bad, that you cant control me anymore?
Eagerly I fly, from the years I spent in the rusty old cage.
Free, is what they call it?
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I saw a girl, just like you.
She looks just like you.
Beautiful just like you.
Smart just like you.
Sophisticated just like you.
Wonderful must like you.
Falling in love again...
I realized it's not you.
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When I look at my reflection,
I see is such a rejection,
I just want to see a glimpse of perfection,
(I was inspired by prosopagnosia. Although it is not prosopagnosia.
Prosopagnosia, also called face blindness, is a cognitive disorder of facial
perception in which one's ability to recognize familiar faces, including one's own f
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