The light turns red
The corners of your smile twitch,
As you struggle to say
“God, I miss the summers,
And why is it
That the skies are cloudy and gray?”
To which I, with a cheeky smile
Turn around and say,
“You had your fun, for alas,
The winter is on its way”
Your eyes drop, the color in your cheeks
Vanishes, like the warmth in the air
“Why can’t it be summer all year long?
Winters suck, this is not fair.
The beaches, once alive and bright
will be miserable soon enough, and
the worst part? There is no fine line,
1Between the day and the night.
I open my eyes, and what I know
Is different from what’s in my sight,
for when I commence my day it’s dark
and halfway through it all, we lose all light.
You can’t skinny dip no more
Unless pneumonia and hypothermia are your kinks
Don’t you tell me that I should brave it
to those god-scary skating rinks
I’d rather get smacked in the face
With a snowball out of proportion
How am I supposed to get a tan
Who am I supposed to ask
To cover my back with that scented lotion?
Such a waste of this beach-perfect body
Such a disgrace to these curated curves
All of this is going to hell
When I start stress-eating
merely to calm my nerves.
And my skin will be flaky
Touch this, it’s already so dry”
To which I say, “Lady, I ain’t touching your skin
I have anxiety, I’m way too shy”
And you go, “Fair enough, but you get it, no?
When the snow arrives, my lips will crack
This pretty face will lose the mocha glow.
I hope you feel my pain, my helplessness, my grief
I hope you don’t think I’m crazy,
I hope you don’t dismiss my woe”
And I go “You’ve been complaining for quite a while.
I even took the time
To make this piece rhyme
But you’ve been going on and on
This is too much for me to bear
And guess what?
And the summer is almost here.”