The Bff Blog

June 13

Hello Lovelies!
It is AJE here and she is officially Pissed off at Aj!!
So um yeah!! Guy I kinda wanna share this poem with yah! So here it is~~~~~
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines.
A girl wrote a poem
And she called it "Skipper"
Because that was the name of her dog.

And that's what it was all about.
And her teacher gave her an A.
And a gold star.
And her mother hung it on the kitchen door.
And read it to his aunts.
That was the year Father Marty
Took all the kids to the zoo.

And he let them sing on the bus
And her little brother was born
With tiny fingers and no teeth
And her mother and father kissed a lot.
And the boy around the corner sent her a
Valentine signed with a row of X's

And she had to ask her father what the X's meant.
And her father always tucked her in at night.
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
She wrote a poem
And she called it "winter"

Because that was the name of the season.
And that's what it was all about.
And her teacher gave her an A
And asked her to write more clearly.
And her mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of its new paint.

And her brother told her
That Father Marty smoked cigars
And left buts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes.
That was the year her brother got glasses
With thick lenses and black frames
And the boy around the corner laughed.

When she asked him to go see Santa Claus
And her brother told her why
Her mother and father kissed a bit
And her father never tucked her in bed at night.
And her father got angry
When she cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from her notebook.
She wrote a poem
And she called it "Innocence: A Question"
Because that was the question about her boy.
And that what it was all about.
And her professor gave her an A

And a strange steady look
And her mother never hung it on the kitchen door.
Because she never showed her
That was the year that Father Marty died
And she forgot how the end
Of Apostles Creed went

And she caught her brother
Making out on the back porch
And her mother and father never kissed
Or even talked
And at 3 am she tucked herself into bed.
Her mother sleeping soundly

And that's why on the back of a brown paper bag
She tried another poem

She called it "Absolutely nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about.
And she gave herself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And she hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time she didn't think she could make it to the Kitchen.

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Did Ya' like it? Please let me know!! Ok? Just please do! I appreciate feedback!!! Um ok I had a very boring day...

"HONEY, I HAVE TO GO, WE GOT COWS!!!" Lol Twister moment there!

Ily!
Bye bye!
Hehe!
-AJE 😍❤️😘