Tricks

My life plays tricks on me all the time.

It seems to think cruelty is fun.

Whether it’s a warm beautiful day

followed the next day by a blizzard

or if it’s making me believe that

someone I love could return feelings,

it likes to play nasty, hurtful tricks.

Why must life do this to me so much?

What did I do to deserve all this?

Why is it that every time something

joyful happens to me it must be

followed by something just as awful?

Life is one step forward and one back.

I can’t ever seem to get ahead.

Why can’t I have unconditional

happiness just once in awhile?

Why does my life enjoy playing tricks?

Just once I’d like things to go my way,

but life doesn’t work that way, does it?

Apparently, I Was Asking For It

Apparently, I was asking for it

By wearing a flowy skirt to my knees

And a cardigan over my lime green tee.

Even though as a lifeguard,

I wear less to work every day

And unscathed I walk every day.

If I can walk around

In just a swimsuit and shorts,

And never find myself violated,

Then my outfits are not the problem.

Rape culture is the problem.

Put the blame on someone else for once

Because clothing doesn’t force itself onto someone.

People do.