By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 30 October 1998

Crumbs

things they say...
  You're Hot!
  Your Hands Are So Soft!
  you're a baby
  you think too much
  You're the Best
  I Know It Would Have Been Good (And That Scares Me)
  you're flaky
  you're too timid

my GOD, the Things they SAY!!!
  I store it all away
    for amusement
    for horror
    for self-pity
    for poetry
    for religious purposes

I take the crumbs as they fall
for to be at the Ball at all
is enough to make me crawl
in my tarnished tiara
and tattered yellow dress

they tell me I have GUTS
they tell me I am TOUGH
and while that is not the stuff
  that dreams are made of
I dream, anyway
My GOD, how i dream...