He sat and told her to be lousy

Be awful, incongruent

Be the girl she saw everyday

The one she shuns in the mirror.

The ordinary one, who clocks in and out

Of work, conversations and friendships

Who runs more than she fights

Rolls her eyes before she listens.

He sat and told her to be quiet

Hidden and dreamless

Considerate of futures she has

Little ownership of, now that he is here.

Remember she is not alone

Only when she desires to be something more.

It sounds lousy, but she listened,

Listened until she couldn’t hear it

anymore.

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Day 14 – Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful.

Whether this poem is lousy or not, I definitely fixated more on the word ‘lousy’ rather than ‘trying to write badly’.

Day 13 – Daddy’s Weekend

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