Who cares if you won’t believe me?
I’m not your news-breaking, seeking journo
I’m not here for credit, earning your respect no!
Will I dance and sing for front page news?
Of President Trump signing a truce,
with world leaders in China and Russia too?
You won’t find my name on the back page
on Williams sisters on tennis courts
I don’t write on all kinds of ‘stories give you shock’, ‘tie you in knots’
‘Your head will twist and brains will spills out’ kind

if you gotta have that paper for a lunch out time
Maybe you gotta think twice
Bold, dark, italic headlines aren’t that nice
for your tasty, vegetable, tin fish, rice
Did I say I wrote those ironic lines?
Whatever for the front page is never my byline
So Deep within me I searched and found, a writer, a poet?
I still can’t figure out
I guess I’m just that woman of little words
engaged to an undying love
even heroic deeds could never match
that’s why I’m here then and now,
like a hen
Fighting shamelessly over controversial, sentimental, deadly, exaggerated words,
curiousity can kill, the story is real, breaking news
tell it to yourself.