i wrote a POEM.

 

I sat, soaked

in luke warm water,

knees pulled to chin.

Spout dug in

to back. I gave

birth to limp

mass of blue gray

baby. For a

few years, I was

a zombie. I breast

fed i fought

with baby daddy.

I cried. I loaded

the dish washer.

For a few years

I was a zombie.

Then I woke up,

bought a fancy lawyer,

sold a car and made

some Life Choices.

Made some lasagna

too. The lasagna was

better than any

of the life choices

but luck let me

prevail.

HAHAHA I have a BLOG!

I don’t have anything important to say… but someday, I will.

I could pretend this is my diary… like Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Or Anne Frank.Those are kind of extremely different.

 

Dear Diary,

Today I snuggled. It was great. Then I got some iced coffee and now I can’t sleep. I’m living my own version of the American Dream… and its okay that they don’t like me in Pakistan.