Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda. Poem by Micha Memory Asime
Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda.
I should be gay, but I'm not.
A player, but I ain't.
The girls I want, I can't have...
The ones that like me, get on my nerves.
I could be a priest, but I won't.
A celibate for life, but I shan't.
None of the above suits me...
And the options left sickens me.
But I've got be be something, at least.
A romantic, but what's the use.
A dagger through my heart...
And let ye all mourn.
I would.
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