In the mornings I enjoy
That fresh cup of coffee
Or 5 hour shot
These days I get up so late that I can’t even,
Make the bed.
I rush in doing everything
And this morning was no different.
I wanted to get to work a little earlier
But I didn’t feel like hopping on the train.
My pants were too long and falling down
Like the rain that has been tumbling like bricks
For practically the entire week.
I tried to wear a belt to no avail
The dumb thing kept rising above my pants
Instead of holding them up. 
Then I tried safety pins
I tried to pin them to my pantyhose and then loop them through my pants
That just ended up holding my hose in place.
I thought about going back upstairs and changing
But then thought that was a bad idea
I had made two or three runs back upstairs for the pins and for my phone which I had left
My uncle had just come back from the bathroom
And wouldn’t want me to see him in his p.j.’s and 
Might get upset
So I said forget that.
I even went so far as to look for a rope 
To hold them up
But couldn’t find one.
Prior to this my aunt alerted me to the fact
That my room looks like a tornado hit it
I agreed but I was pissed
Why does she insist on going in to my room 
When I’m not there
Usually she delivers my mail to my face
So why the secrecy all of a sudden?
I deserve more privacy than that
I am a gorwn woman
I should talk to her
But I fear conflict
And hide away.
Besides what can I really say
To a woman where nothing at all,
Usually gets over?