USPs

I cannot hold my mouth from opening and

my eyes from closing

This Monday.

I will shoulder my chocolate,

I will crack my crackers,

I will wait for today’s USPs.

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Tired hands

Refill these hands

That worked hard and bled today

To add beauty and respect

To old clothes.

Hands not smooth and not shy

That travel quick through the stitches

And join the borders of a hot Sunday.

Give them water, a shake, and a rest

In your lap

Until fresh again.

Angry day

I am tired today
Of smiling at your jokes
And say everything is fine.
Don’t ask me to listen
When all I want is looking at birds.
Stop pretending your topic is trending
Because nobody follows you.
Give me my space
I earned it with hard work
And a juicy competitive curriculum.