The Whisper of “Maybe”
By: Amanda L. Pittman
12:32a.m. 9-13-2007
Time and time again I sit by a window,
I keep calling out to my brother, "You are such a bimbo!"
Time to think… all the time I need.
Why does no one take my words to heed?
My sister needs me so I can't move out.
My mother tells me, "This is no time to pout!”
“Suck in your lip and dry your eyes.”
I try to do so but still she cries,
Out loud like a big blubbering baby.
Then I ask her a question and she answers, “Maybe, Maybe.”
12:32a.m. 9-13-2007
Time and time again I sit by a window,
I keep calling out to my brother, "You are such a bimbo!"
Time to think… all the time I need.
Why does no one take my words to heed?
My sister needs me so I can't move out.
My mother tells me, "This is no time to pout!”
“Suck in your lip and dry your eyes.”
I try to do so but still she cries,
Out loud like a big blubbering baby.
Then I ask her a question and she answers, “Maybe, Maybe.”
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