Treasure Island

Nikki Giovanni

(June 7, 1943 / Knoxville, Tennessee)

Cotton Candy On A Rainy Day


Don't look now
I'm fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night
Is it that my nails
keep breaking
Or maybe the corn
on my secind little piggy
Things keep popping out
on my face or of my life
It seems no matter how
I try I become more difficult
to hold
I am not an easy woman
to want
They have asked
the psychiatrists . . . psychologists . . .
politicians and social workers
What this decade will be
known for
There is no doubt . . . it is
loneliness

Submitted: Friday, December 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 13, 2013

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