I hate Louisiana.
I've never been there,
But she stole my best friend.
So, promise me, we'll never go to Louisiana.
I hate Louisiana,
I hate her southern accents,
I hate her preppy makeup,
I hate her red lipstick,
And perfect eyeliner.
So, please, let's not go to Louisiana.
I'm just a kid,
Crying of dripping ice cream,
Bubbling up on her grounds.
I loved the things she'd taken from me.
I hate Louisiana.
I hate her poison,
I hate her fake smile.
I wish I could drill into her soil,
I wish my hurricanes,
Would destroy every single city and town,
In her depths.
And I hope someday,
this storm of mine,
will shake her to her very core.
I hope it demolishes,
Every sense of self she's ever had.
I hope it obliterates her pride.
And, with my fire,
I will burn every flag,
Until she's nothing but dust,
And the smell of burnt dreams.
I hate Louisiana,
Because she has taken everything I have ever loved.
YOU ARE READING
Hair Dye
PoetryA book of poems made from the darkest parts of my head to the lightest parts of my heart.