9 AM

I see myself every step of the way ,
The red key ,
My pink nails turning the red key,
Struggling to open the front door,

Lawnmowers cutting the dead grass,
Oh what a headache,
It’s trying to make it worse,
The grass even seems to have more class,

My eye shadow is faded,
My deep black mascara has transitioned,
Under my eyes,
Jack Daniels is my fragrance,
Everyone must shut their innocent eyes,
On me,

I wonder how I look,
Coming towards my building at 9 am,
When my neighbors,
The pretty Spanish ones ,
Are taking their twins for a walk,
Or visiting a holy place

I’m not guilty,
Yet I look,
Undone, like I said my make up is pretty much gone,
Black high heeled boots,
At 9 am

Black coffee,
Daily Times,
Pair of sunglasses,
You could’ve been my savior,
Too late,
I was at a party last night
Don’t judge me.