diary of a 20 something

This week has been a bit overwhelming. There’s so much I want to write, but I struggled to find the energy. So I decided to post a collection of some poems I wrote this week.

skincare is exhausting

Morning 

Splash with water

Don’t wash twice 

Nourish with oil 

Lather the sunscreen

Examine the red spots, the white bumps, the dark scars

Everything looks calmer in the morning

But cover it up anyway

Dab Dab Dab Dab

Until the spots are gone

Pink blush and bronzed cheeks are left 

Night 

Cotton round and round till it’s brown 

Cleanse with Oil

Beads of serum 

Racing like raindrops down my face

Melting tallow beneath my fingers

Onto the skin it goes

Over the bumps, the scars 

Some of them hurt, some of them linger 

Long past their time, leaving their mark 

Don’t pick, don’t pick 

You’re the problem 

Clean face 

But the work’s not done 

Swallow pills 

Drink your herbal mixture 

Time for bed

Not YET 

Change the pillowcase 

But I did last night? 

Too bad

Dirty pillowcases give you acne

Everything gives me acne

I’m exhausted

And no I don’t want your skincare advice 

it’s too much

It’s too much 

To be a woman

To bleed 

To love 

To have thoughts that no one understands 

To feel deeply 

Good and Bad 

To want nothing

To want more

To want it all

Sharpay Evans was misleading

More is not better 

It’s really too much 

always working

It’s just a sandwich 

It’s just a burrito 

I say this at all my jobs

The stakes aren’t that high

Though I never said that when I nannied

That would be bad, “It’s just a child” 

But now

It’s just a product 

Just consumption

Consumerism 

Capitalism 

Money 

Money 

Money 

It’s a rich man’s world