We’ll Try Tomorrow
A Poem | Brittney Herz
But my blanket is too wrinkled
And something dark is beneath my bed,
I’m supposed to be getting dressed now
At least that’s what mommy said.
But my pants are just too hard
And my shirt is way too soft,
My hair is still wet from my shower
So I start to rip it off.
I have to get to moving
Or else everyone will be late,
I yell to mommy that I can’t
But she doesn’t want to wait.
Brother doesn’t want to play
Sometimes my friends just laugh,
They don’t understand me
When I break my toys in half.
The world outside looks so scary
But at the same time so exciting,
Mommy just keeps staring
Daddy’s nails, he’s always biting.
I scream when my dinners hot
And shout when it’s too cold,
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