Rashida Wright

A Poem

Not in Paris but they still speak French 

Not in Paris, plans with a wrench

Not Paris but I still say Bonjour

Not what I wanted, not what I was waiting for

Not in Paris, and not satisfied 

Drinking merlot, taking all the blows

Chandelier on my left, street view in my right 

Feeling out of sorts, sitting in the limelight

Looking for the views and feeling confused 

Because I’m not Paris and not amused

Feeling a little crazy, and a little lazy 

Feeling a little creative, doing things I haven’t done lately 

Trying to have fun, but I’m not in Paris so I’m pretty much done.