I spend my days talking to Red and Petals.
We sit on park benches lost in the adult world.
Having a job and your own place is a metal.
Besides babysitting and watching One Piece,
Young adults on social media tease.
They get to travel around,
eat nice food and wear crowns.
Trapped at home I go to my father.
"I don't know what to do with myself."
"How about a project?" he offers.
He leads me to his computer.
"Have you heard of these?
Tiny homes are spreading like a rumor.
The way rent is rising
And wages are stagnant,
This will be the future.
If I could make them
And sell them, our family would be set."
As he scrolls through photos on Google,
And YouTube videos,
I know who will like them...millennials.
My father has had many ideas,
Where projects lead nowhere.
This was because his partners all sucked.
Maybe with the right one he would have some luck.
With time on my hands and right now I'm feeling stuck,
I said, "Let's build one."
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To be a Straw Hat
PoetryA young woman graduated from college and has no idea what to do with the rest of her life. No one will hire a nobody with no experience and a lot of time on their hands. Spiky (her nickname), tries to find her way in life while many odds are stacked...