[the Writing of Kuypers]
dying the bottom of my hair
and hey, I’m supposed to
and then you have to throw this curve ball at me
this isn’t fair
but
this isn’t fair of you, God
why do you make me work so hard
we’ve worked to stop this
stop flexing your muscles
I’ve tried to figure you out
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what does your God do
well, you’re killing her
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this isn’t fair
this isn’t fair
I was going to start
being a punk girl now,
bright red
go off any marry
one of my closest friends
in a few months
so I’m supposed to officiate a wedding
and celebrate with them,
and be able to party
and laugh
this isn’t right
this is supposed to be a time to celebrate
to fly in the face of everything
and stick your tongue out
and say, so what, I can have fun
why do you change everything at the last minute
we’ve done everything we could
we’ve done our damndest to stop this
we’ve done our damndest to stop you
stop proving us wrong
and you’re not playing fair
when you feel like you have it all
I’ve learned that God doesn’t kill you
it just drops you
and says,
you’ve had it all figured out before
what do you do now?
and leaving me wondering how to pick up the pieces
and how to fly in the face of everything
despite everything
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Chicago Poet Janet Kuypers
on all art and all writings on this site completed
before 6/6/04. All rights reserved. No material
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