To Be Real I Have To Be Nasty Sometimes Poem by RIC BASTASA

i


I don’t smile
You may think I am giving you
The permission
To think
That I really do not mean
What I say
With this grin on my face


ii

I stand my ground now
No backing off
On a wishy-washy
I give weight
To my prime intentions

iii

I tell the truth
I will tell you what I feel
I will tell you that I am not comfortable
With what you are doing


iv


Tell me I am silly
I will agree
I am not a little bit touchy
You are right I am
Now take the wind out of your sails


v


I do not have fingers
To point
To make you more defensive
I have only my heart
To tell you how I feel
Who are you anyway
To be blamed?

vi


I will make up a list of handy excuses
To see what is clearly going on
Before I put myself in the fray


vii


I am not afraid
To change my mind
Whenever I want to
In a minute or two
I may still have time
To tell you
That sometimes I do not
Honor commitments.

now, i will be happier