At Me Again Poem by Julia Luber

I feel the sun up in the sky; it makes me ask that question: WHY?
I've got to get it together. I'm sick of this hot weather, severe, and
want to feel life light, and dear; while strong heat swelters around me.
This does not make me happy. I'm all up in Hell and Pain, I've got that
unforgivable monster at me again. Showing off that blessed superior
way- interrupting my resurrected and managed day. Reminding me
that I have nothing to say. While she gloats in sensuality's sexes
thrill and shows off her life did not end up the suicide's she causes will.
As she cornered mine into. She throws her billion dollar do-do
in my face. And acts like she's the paradigm of sophistication and grace.