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Copyright 2017 Tamara Peachy
I am naut pregnant.
I just have an extended belly from late night popcorn, chewed all alone.
I am not having a baby.
I just look like I carried a burden for nine months.
I am not seeking out a midwife because I don't want to know about pain.
I am not taking prenatals because I just have an empty uterus that bleeds randomly.
I am not dating because I understand responsibility.


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I Can't

Copyright 2017
I was not made to save the black man.
I was not old enough to save the Indian.
I can't break down a wall, guarded by intensity, so the Mexicans are no more.
I can't let Syrian refugees into my country because such fighters would get bored.
I can't stand up for the Irish because I don't drink.
I can't heal the sick because we are all going to die.
I am a free American, and I can even lie.

Only Hope

There is only hope in this,
no mistake.
This foundation is sure.
There is only hope in this.
Every promise true,
all glory revealed.
If we wait longer, the same end will come.
There is only hope in this.


Suddenly, I have no more past.
The hand reaching for more than it can grasp,
and suddenly touch.
Suddenly, I have all I need
to forbid everything I want.
Suddenly, the world is straight,
not slant.
If I wait longer, I will arrive somewhere else.
I long to stay, so suddenly I will rest.