Somedays I don’t feel like jogging or running in place
trying to emulate Nikki eating cotton candy on
rainy days
Somedays I don’t feel like turning the other cheek
like Martin advocating for non-violence in a country
rooted in hate and bigotry,
Somedays I don’t want to stand on principle
somedays I just feel like marinating in
the ways of chicken parts left to soak in its own flavorful juices
before baking, frying or sautéing
Somedays I don’t feel like being me.
the forever optimistic
slave to empath feelings
willing to give to a world that takes
one’s kindness with impunity.
Somedays I just want to exercise my God-given freedoms
the right to free speech
to protest, to assemble peacefully-
set laws into motion with the click of my pen
give its arrogance a shrill tongue lashing,
set the world on fire
Somedays I don’t want to be bothered
close my eyes to the despair
and destruction,
somedays I wanna SCREAM!
Author Bio:
Clara Freeman, a former nurse of 30 plus years, is a poet and author currently writing and living her better life in the Midwest. A lover of words since elementary school, she deems herself, “a Southern woman of voice and substance”, who enjoys the silence of solitude, the ambiance of Mother Nature and, the fright in “scary movies.” Clara’s work has appeared in newspapers, magazines, anthologies and several websites.
Her book, UnleashYourPearlsEmpoweringWomen’sVoices, was published in 2017 and is available on Amazon.com. Follow her on Twitter@C50something.
trying to emulate Nikki eating cotton candy on
rainy days
Somedays I don’t feel like turning the other cheek
like Martin advocating for non-violence in a country
rooted in hate and bigotry,
Somedays I don’t want to stand on principle
somedays I just feel like marinating in
the ways of chicken parts left to soak in its own flavorful juices
before baking, frying or sautéing
Somedays I don’t feel like being me.
the forever optimistic
slave to empath feelings
willing to give to a world that takes
one’s kindness with impunity.
Somedays I just want to exercise my God-given freedoms
the right to free speech
to protest, to assemble peacefully-
set laws into motion with the click of my pen
give its arrogance a shrill tongue lashing,
set the world on fire
Somedays I don’t want to be bothered
close my eyes to the despair
and destruction,
somedays I wanna SCREAM!
Author Bio:
Clara Freeman, a former nurse of 30 plus years, is a poet and author currently writing and living her better life in the Midwest. A lover of words since elementary school, she deems herself, “a Southern woman of voice and substance”, who enjoys the silence of solitude, the ambiance of Mother Nature and, the fright in “scary movies.” Clara’s work has appeared in newspapers, magazines, anthologies and several websites.
Her book, UnleashYourPearlsEmpoweringWomen’sVoices, was published in 2017 and is available on Amazon.com. Follow her on Twitter@C50something.
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