Their Wildest Dreams

I’m a drunk, an alcoholic,
Tequila shots are my real life tonic
Weed helps me escape and create
Grinding on a man to validate
I’ve been rejected so many times
I’ll take any man’s attraction in his eyes
In a hotel rolling in bed
Drink and weed messed up in my head
He wants to drink and seduce me
Thing is
I want to get drunk and let him own me
So how about we cheers
To the girls
Who need to escape their worries
The girls who smoke weed
Because their basic needs
Were never met
So they have to live a life full of their parents’ regret
Now they have trauma
Unresolved
But they’re accused of being the drama
Well that’s because I’ve had to play so many roles
I never recovered until the ripe old age of fucking thirty two
Thank you for wishing me to die, I really thank you
Because it made me realise
The worst of me was a result of you
So I’m sorry for living when you told me to die
I hope my existence haunts you forever
The sweetest revenge is being the person
The very worst version
Of my mother
The strongest woman you have oppressed
Forever
I’m gobby and loud
I share my outrageous opinions proud
I’m the dream you suppressed my mother from fulfilling
And for you, that’s maddening
That you have daughter who is your worst nightmare
But I am my female ancestors’ wildest dreams.

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