Slam Poetry Attempt

Slam Poetry

I was told

Writing was stupid

Id never have

A voice for words

Or a heart for poetry

But i write soliloquies, 

Preform them flawlessly,

Yet i'm still not

Good enough.

I played sports for a year

And i tossed that volleyball high

I was my dad’s perfect daughter,

But i still pulled out my hair

And under bandanas and false eyelashes 

i cried

All my guts onto the court.

I was a quitter

And i tried

So hard to be daddy’s girl

But then i found

That special thing

This healing leaf

My fathers true

Perfect match.

I smoked so much I threw up.

I ate 

and cried 

and threw up again

I tried so hard

To be daddy’s little girl

Who got straight A’s

And never failed to impress

A volleyball scout

But i was never

Good enough for the court

I was never good enough

For dad.

But this leaf,

Did not judge

It healed

It made me smile

Serotonin coursed through my dope filled veins

And i cried

Real tears of joy

I hugged my friends

And my family

But then

It got too far.

And i wasn’t good enough for ouid,

Either.

I will never be daddy’s girl.

But maybe i can be his fucked up 

Pot smoking son.

I'll be a delinquent

Hope for brighter days

As i relax in the high

And slip out of consciousness

On the bathroom floor.

I was never daddy’s girl

Never daddy’s boy

I'm just a pothead

With no future

Yet 

Im 

Full

Of

Joy.