I’m a Girl

i do not sing for fun much anymore.
For I have lost the will to sing.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have shot the songbird
bloody drops fall onto the window pane
Tainting my view
Like the words Langston Hughes made anew
Shotdown hell and drunken blues
And a yellow lemon under my mamma’s meringue
that formed Albert Einstein mustaches above my lip
That is really freaky because I’m a girl.
You silly pineapple!
And you’re a peachy tart as well
Too bad I only like nectarines.
I would have just stolen yours.