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I Am Not Ashamed
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Self-Poetry I am not ashamed of my beer belly;
That it makes my brain turn to jelly.
For, I am a woman who is very stressed;
That's probably why, sometimes, I become very depressed.
But, I am learning to let it all out;
Through poetry, in which I can scream and shout.
I am making a lot of progress;
Though, it may look to alcohol counselors like I do regress.
Alcohol is very good for me;
Because I am so very tense that I do not see;
The real me that I am, but I think there are a few.
But, I think that I am no more than two.
There is the sober me and the one that is drunk;
But, both of the me's probably smell like skunk.
For, I do not take care of my body; I care for my mind;
Which can be nice to me or be unkind.
But, I can't help it because I suffer from severe depression;
Which may sometimes cause me much regression.
But, I keep trying to forward striving;
For, I want to achieve a lot and to be thriving.
I want to accomplish much before I become an angel in the sky;
Unfortunately, it seems to depend on, if on alcohol I am high.
I know I am going to make it someday;
I can only keep writing, keep creating, and pray.
For, I've made a self-portrait; colorful-skyed;
That I am already an angel before I have died.
