Powder Donut Faced Listening to Diana Ross (Untouched)

 Mascara

runs down

both my cheeks

staining a trail of

tears in Covergirl black

down both eyes.

I'm so damn tired of boys & men

still being boys given more

credit to the hair that is growing 

on them

I'm tired of this pain that 

named me a woman &

when Diana Ross

sang I'm coming out 

I was coming out too. Not coming 

to meet you anymore

not coming cause

that is supposed to be 

what I do as a female

when I am flattered by a 

guy who I only noticed

enough & long enough

to figure out that they'll

almost never get to

that base with me.

I'm coming in the 

since to the understanding

that yes life

fucking sucks & yes

so does pain & cramps, but

also, donut that is

seasonal is so good,

coffee is great on the side &

all of the above is good

when writing is good poem

about a not-so-great guy

coming out in 

sense of out & into oneself.

That is that.

So new powder faced & weeping.

Diana Ross is like the coffee

that sooth this

lethargic break up.

 Powder faced from generic

donuts this was meditation

that no DR could have prescribed.