But I don’t wanna C-R-Y-Y-Y!🧅😭

Call me what / Y-O-U / Want cause I know I’ve been an / E-N-E-M-Y

Hi loves, this week’s poem is a response to a lot of things: Kelly’s poem from last week (and the subsequent chat with Arjan in the comments), the fact that my English students never remember how to say the letter Y when spelling words out loud, and finishing “Exciting Times” in 24h (and immediately staring to read it again because I feel personally targeted by this book: ESL teacher, moving as an escape, Hong Kong, bisexuality, wanting someone else to dictate the path of my life, generally self indulgent self loathing, etc)! Yikes! I think that’s it for inspiration so here’s the poem! 

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But I don’t wanna C-R-Y-Y-Y!🧅😭

some words are hard to spell and some are hard to 

S-A-Y
Is it 
F-U-N-N-Y 
That some of the
D-A-Y-S 
Belong
O-N-L-Y 
To the green and to
Y-O-U
Just allow 
M-Y-S-E-L-F
One time in the week but
T-U-E-S-D-A-Y 
Is like so far 
A-W-A-Y
Call me what 
Y-O-U 
Want cause I know I’ve been an 
E-N-E-M-Y 
Of the end but like 
M-A-Y-B-E
There’s some miscommunication 
Y-O-U 
Are
S-A-Y-I-N-G 
It like I don’t know 
But it’s 
A-C-T-U-A-L-L-Y 
pronounced like
W-H-Y-it is. 
For real this time
G-double O-D-space-B-Y-

Forget it. 

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Poetry prompt: 

pick the most beautiful letter in the alphabet and write a poem about W-H-Y it is so.

xoxo L (which is indisputably the most beautiful letter btw)