Should I paint the walls light blue,
or should I choose a brighter hue?
Should I clean, or work outside?
Would Molly enjoy a short car ride?
Is leftover chili for breakfast ok?
Can I find a different way
to think about the way things are?
I remember dancing at the Maple Leaf Bar.
Random thoughts inside my head,
arbitrary musings that bled
between the hateful voices saying
I am ugly, otiose, and lazy.
A never-ending task: ablation
of the cruel indoctrination
of self-loathing in a child
whose heart was strong and pure and wild.
Today proposes that I see
the loveliness that is me.
Unkind thoughts I’ll counter-strike
and tell them to go take a hike.