even my favorite parts
of Summer
can’t will away the feeling
we’re all barreling
towards a cliff
with an obvious end
poems about mental health
ADHD
and just like that
my thoughts disappear
they’ve gone somewhere
no longer here
I’d pull them back
if I could
my brain a block of solid wood
there’s no squish here
all grain and seed
maybe I should read
or was there something that I need
One thought, then the next, they bleed
meeting roadblocks and potholes
of ADHD
end of the spring semester
I’m walking the path
kicking dandelions
they’ve gone to seed
just like the rest of us
Hands Off
For this one, I’m adding a note here first for some context. I recently read an article about Trump suggesting “menstrual classes” for US women to help increase birth rates in America. Because you know…none of us seem to know how our bodies work. 🙄 The article was a little bit too Handsmaids Tale-ish to me, and so ludicrous that I simultaneously wanted to laugh and cry. The disgusting desire to control women’s health is just so disrespectful and alienating. I also can’t believe that it’s even happening to begin with. The ignorance and corruption. And at any rate, it also pissed me off, and so, of course, I wrote something in response to it. I wrote several stanzas, to be honest, but in the end, I only needed one.
The article, if you’re curious:
I am thirty-six years old
I know what I need
I dont need a billionaire white man
telling me how to bleed
maybe
maybe it’s because i pay taxes now
maybe it’s because i understand more about politics
or maybe it’s because i know more about myself
than i ever did before
monday feels
Monday feels
like a dying sun
like hope that fades
when the day is done
Monday feels
like an icy breeze
you’ve lost your gloves
and you’re gonna freeze
Monday feels
like drowning tears
your face is wet
you’ve aged a million years
Monday feels
like a melting crayon
you drag your feet
you say, “i think i can”
Agh, these were the Monday vibes I was totes feeling yesterday.
–AJM
work week
we plug in
and as joy drains away
so does our hope
to do something for ourselves
and then the week ends
and it’s monday again
in darkness
For Halloween 🎃 ❤️
Not Perfect
the greatest part about learning to love yourself
is loving yourself on the days
where you don’t look your best
you feel fat
you’ve gained weight
to look at your naked body in the mirror
to see the lumps
the discoloration
the stretch marks
to feel sexy because
perfect, never meant to be
an empty canvas
and although my curves are rounded
and my bumps have lumps
and my stomach doesn’t stick out quite right
I am everything I was meant to be
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A. J. Morse 