These pretty little birds
Empty heads
Feathers ruffled
We be
Ready to jump head first into trouble
We want
Crazy nights filled with liquor
In our blue bunny slippers
We still reaching for the similac
Pitter pat-ter
Of feet we don't think be too little now
We driving cars
Flooring forward
Staying in the middle now
Walking down the line of grown
And baby
While our visions hazy
Mama why you shove me from the nest?
I'm saying that I'm ready while my palms is getting sweaty
The burdens getting heavy
I'm just worried on my soul
No fire for me
But I'm worried on burdens heavy like coal
But mama she whisper lullabies
Warm milk and honey
I'm still sitting in my bunny slippers
The birds nest is comfy
YOU ARE READING
Colorful Cacophony
PoesiaI love NoNameGypsy and Jackie Hill Perry. Poetic style with the slight peppering of innocence giving it that flavor I don't hear much. These poems are inspired by them. Love y'all.
