Anise is what they named me when I was born
My parents
They said
Pretty children get pretty names
I feel all the pressure of my own word
Expectations
Standards set
I grew into a strange body playing strange games
Did I disappoint my father and mother
When I grew
Up dull
Like a weed in a flower garden
Maybe one day they'll tell me their truth
Expecting
Me to
Apologize for my looks and beg their pardon
I'll worry about this later, some other time
I can pile
Worries
Up into a pile of garbage and trash
A day will come when I stop speeding
Through life but
For now
I have plenty of time before I crash
YOU ARE READING
In Anise's World
PoetryIt was scorching outside Heat made vision waver And Blood simmer She sat neutral, like water For everyone else at the mercy Of the Sun Realizing one day would come When she would boil over, sitting still
