A Marietta DeGrant Poem: Can I Tell You?

I can tell you of my aesthetic dreams

The ones that makes my life look like a dreamland

But if it bores you, it’s ok

I see you are a different taste

I can still tell you of how I look kelewele

The feeling it gives my tongue

But it’s ok if you don’t like it

Because of the spices that makes your nose run

Maybe I can show you my journals

I wrote a story of a girl

I wrote a poem about a boy

But it’s ok if it doesn’t interest you

You hate to read

Can I tell you about the boy next door?

I can tell you about how I admire his lips

And the eyes he uses to wink at me

But it’s ok if you don’t want to listen

You are only interested in yourself

Can I still tell you about my aesthetic dreams?