Little One

Little one its time you listened to what reality is. It is not what you have been told; I paved the path for you, took those punches for you, left blood on the stoop for you. Took the worst of it so you could have the best of it and you don’t even know. Don’t know the beauty of your luck or how it made my life so hard. I hope the princess finds her pea and her dyke dreams come true--long hair hanging out the tower window and she drives up on a Harley and yanks you down. You’d like that wouldn’t you? I hope it all works out. Really, I don’t mind getting fucked over again but remember when you need me most I’ll be on the West Coast too far away to hear your cries.