I was sitting in the corner behind our sofa playing with a barbie and a fake horse head on top of a stick (you know the kind. it has hair made of twine.). My sister had just said to me that I was, indeed, her "shadow", and should "find something else to do". I was in this moment that I ran away and wrote my first song, and therefore, my first poem. I was four years old, and I remember it clearly, every day. The lyrics are as follows:


Nobody likes me. I do not know why.
Nobody likes me - not even a fly.
They hit me and kick me and puke all over me
when I didn't do anything. No, I didn't do anything.

Now, be aware, curious reader. I had recently been informed that when the common housefly lands on a human, it vomits. I was so disgusted by this. I was, four years old.

Times have changed, and my body is no longer a little girl, but I realize that in my heart, when I create, I'm still right there behind the couch singing the same old song. Maybe it's my innate loneliness that causes the creation. Maybe it's the lashing of all my lovers' tongues. Just because we get old and our problems "grow up" it doesn't mean the child inside of us isn't singing "Nobody Likes Me" in the corner of our hearts. I know I am. Damn proud, too.

Sometimes I like to...