It's been a bad week

It's not been the best week. Tons of work. Just as much failing. And a shit ton of learning. That was the only good part. My body, my self-esteem and my friends probably all hate me for this week. But, next week is a new one. So to celebrate. I thought I'd share two poems I wrote this week. I hope you enjoy. Tell me what you think. Not that I care.

I'm not perfect
By Kris Kennedy

I used to be a lover,
a rock star, a kid
I used to be a songwriter,
a singer, a dancer, an artist.
I used to be a friend.
I used to be an economist,
a journalist, a leader
I used to be a catalyst, a role model
I used to have my own special place in the world

and I'm not what I what I thought I would be.

'Cause truth is
I'm still struggling to find my voice.

All I know is that I love creating.
I love thinking, telling stories and building culture.
I love being me.

And I would apologize that
it might not show up in my work here,

but I'm not sorry.
I can't be sorry.

‘Cause everyday I’m still fighting to find it.

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Here's poem #2. Funny, I wrote it almost right after.

Richmond, VA 6:24pm
By Kris Kennedy

Butt asleep against wooden bench seat
Two people, two tables down speaking French
sounds like politics, religion
maybe romance

Runnin' through my own mind
trying to catch a glimpse of something brilliant
but it's just florescent light
not sunlight
like a trickster

Stopped to breathe
watercolor and pencil doodles on the wall
but not for me
not for
what I need

I need brilliance
not French