Momma

My momma's coming up to visit me! Excited, but I always feel like I need to get my life together right before she visits. You know. Clean my house, workout a little more, figure out my 10-year plan. No biggie.

No reason why I can't start this little blog, and try to get my thoughts in a row. I like feeling put-together.

A poem of chaos

Such plans I have
Of making glad
Mother as she
Visits my pad.

To clean my room,
To brush my hair,
And acting like
I've always cared!

This haircut? No,
It's not for you!
I've had it for
A week or two.

I don't know why
Every time
I try to find...

A better me?
(And yet, I'm fine.)