working titles
Prospero
Assume, just for a moment,
I am denied a job
in the factory of my dreams
under the fluorescent lights
of a porcelain white foreman.
It’s orderly and neat.
I feed my family.
No one questions my face.
I raised my son in my likeness,
so he would never go unseen,
bobbing on a wave of expectation,
I set in motion with my back
put into my work, praying
for my country, blessed
with more of me, never worrying
about those who might die,
or those who did, trying
to stir a storm, trying
to stand where I’m standing.
A Tempest in a Teacup by A. Van Jordan
Nothing capsized, except my composure
running towards the future
with my heart on my sleeve
the sizzling summer sun setting
on my illusions of control
I wandered crowded hallways
singing a few hallelujahs
‘I could have been a contender’
*Brando voice*
long lostness slaps me in the face
(It is what it is should be added to the 23rd Psalm)
the hot, wet swamp
quicksands my day
I go down without any blazing guns
there is no glory in my aura
little bo peep
sitting on a borrowed tuffet
without a dish or a spoon
After the day is done
I find gum on my shoe
peanut butter is my favorite life hack
I embrace the whole shebang
tho some days I struggle to remember my name
<I answer to whatever Im called>
tomorrow comes early with everything I need
God patiently waiting to kiss my freckles softly
and tell me everything is going to be alright
😘
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 