Poem: I am Enraged
Tayana Osuna, arts & culture editor
Write her happy
Write her nice
Maybe give her a boyfriend, a husband even
She should have kids, oh write her with kids
Write a good mother
A nice mother
An understanding mother
A loving mother
…
I sit and I stare at
This god awful screen
With only a heading
A name
And a pathetic kid
A sad kid
A kid filled with anger
With pain
Kid doesn’t even know how to tie their own shoes yet
What is wrong with me?
Why can’t I write happiness
Why can’t I write joy
Why can’t I write
love
Why can’t I just
Write
The things I need
The things no child should be without
Why have you spoiled my image of what life is
Of what life can be
Why have you left me staring at this
God awful screen
With nothing nice to say
About you
About myself
I am this blank
Bare
Empty page
And you
You the author
You left me blank
You left me lifeless
You
left
me
feeling
bad