I am a prism
I am a lie
I am the truth
Come inside

How is it possible
To be me
So many sides
So many me

It’s true
I can be oh so good
I can hear other moms say, gee “I should”
I give and give
With a happy heart
From my pocket
My time, sweat end from start
You need a volunteer?
Here I am
Look look look
I’m raising my hand
Oh you need a chairperson
I’ll do that too
And can I get a coffee for you

And more and more
Through years and years
And still today
Just ask my peers

But I can give and play with children
Make cookies, treats for all on Monday
Then go about so naughty Tuesday
You ask, well
What did you do
Or
What do you do
What are your prisms

Liar
Thief
Cheater
Mother
Volunteer
Lover
Wife
Unconditional giver
Selfless
Selfish
Amazonian
Small

Idle hands
My idle hands
Are good when I write
Or when I take my dog
Out walking day or night

But Tuesday when I’m naughty
My idle hands are bad
And my brain tells my conscience
Shut up bitch,
She’s bad

She’s bad today
And likes it too
The naughty little bitch
She’s talking to men
And knows she shouldn’t
It only makes them itch
It makes her itch
Too
Just the same
She takes care of herself
Then puts the sextoy back away
High up on the shelf
Ok
Ok
Maybe just once more
Yum
Yes
Just one more time
That’s all bitch
Tuesday’s over
Get up
It’s dinner time

Kat