Biography of Jennifer Lujanac
I'm just a young mother that likes to pretend to be a poet. I'm probably more of a closet-journalist and, as such, lots of my poems reflect situations and public issue, instead of deep-seeded personal problems.
Jennifer Lujanac Poems
Music Of The Street
Uptown Downtown Eat-you-alive town. Nothing here is innocent.
Join The Fight
Oh, you can write all you want. You can scream at the top of your lungs...but it's not helping. Get up off your butt, little boy, and go save yourself! Oh, you tell me it's all too much to take.
While you were gone I cleaned your kitchen. I washed your dishes, I even cleaned the gunk off the top of your liquid soap. I organized your bills and cleaned out your fridge. I scrubbed that spot under the stove that you couldn't even see.
Life is really just a game. Life deals you hands sometimes That make you want to die. Life gives you cards, sometimes,
I'm not dead. I'm not alive, either. I go through the motions And smile like before.
Don'T Have To Cry
This is just a dream. I'll wake up And you'll be here Holding me and telling me
Excuse me, mister. Have you seen the children crying? I'm sorry to be a bother, mister... but Have you seen the people dying?
I'm not dead.
I'm not alive, either.
I go through the motions
And smile like before.
I still drink coffee in the morning
And I still smoke in bed.
I still read all day
Still take showers