Go F*** Yourself Superwoman

I wrote this poem a few years ago when I was in college. I had just worked a 13 hour shift for my then boss. Because I stayed that extra hour to help him out I had one less hour to work on my midterm for my poetry class. I turned in my paper at midnight, and come to find out the paper was due at 11:59 PM. I was devastated. When I reached out to my professor at 12:00 AM telling him I missed the deadline and I had attached my midterm in the email, he responded with a very clear, "you should have budgeted your time better." 

What you see below is my reaction to that encounter. I ended up submitting this poem for my next assignment. My professor hated it along with a handful of my classmates. The rest of the class loved it, and they spent a good part of the class debating the poem and it's layers. 

This is probably one of the most personal things I have ever written. I hope it strikes debates for years to come. 

Happy Reading Y'all! 

Go Fuck Yourself Superwoman

By LR Leigh

I have a family. They need a house to live in, and the house cost’s money. I need a job to get that money, but I need a car to get to my job. A job I hate. That sucks joy from my soul until I have nothing left to offer. Ah! I know! I’ll go back to school, so I can get a better job. A job I love. So I can have a house for my family to live in. I will make more money and work less. That’s the ticket! It’s so obvious now. Just a few papers and twelve hours of class a week. 

School is great. It gets me closer to having it all. Just have to write papers and turn in a few assignments here and there. But this assignment…it feels like busy work, and I have another paper due? I just turned one in last week! Another assignment due? And a paper? And another paper?! Shit…school is more work! 

More time gone. Time I don’t have. Wait…why did I go back to...? Oh, right…Money. Yeah money would be nice. 

I have to work, and study. And make it to my kid’s damn recital! If I miss another one I am not…then all of this shit…these papers, and fucking lectures…and sleepless nights are for nothing. Then what’s the point!? 

Focus. 

This is what I want. The job, the education, the house, the car, the family. That’s the dream right? I can’t remember…I’m forgetting something. It’s there on the periphery of my mind. Something important…shit! What is it? Something about…taking care of my family. No, I already covered that. They need money so we can spend time together, and go on trips. But I have to work, and study, and write papers…and more papers…and more fucking papers…but there is someone I’m forgetting in all this. Who needs me too…

Shit. My husband.

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Don't Call it a Comeback

 I started this blog for two reasons: 

1. A grade. I know, I know. How cliché. But honestly, It was either a twenty page research paper, or create a blog. In hindsight, I probably  spent several more hours on this blog than my classmates spent writing their papers (on the night before it was due), but I don't regret it. I stand by my decision. Which brings me to my second reason for creating this space. 

2. I love books. I love reading. I love editing. And I wanted to create a space where all of my loves could live together under one roof. It's that simple. 

I am sad to report that I let this place go to waste in blogger land, and starve to death with all the other abandoned content dying in the internet. I could name endless reasons why I stopped putting time into my pet project, but that is not the purpose of this post. The purpose of this post is to say, "I'M BACK BABY." 

I believe in this space I created. I believe that there is an audience out there craving what I am craving. And I believe there is nothing more soothing to the soul than reading a good book, and telling the people in your life how freaking amazing it is. There is no better feeling than having someone share in your love of something that you recommended to them. 

I never stopped reading. But I did stop telling the people in my life about the books that I read. And that is not okay! It's time to come back with a vengeance! 

From here on, I will go old school and write book reviews, try to do author interviews, and I am going to start releasing some of my own work. Why not!?  A few poems (that are REALLY bad) here and there, or short stories perhaps. I took the time to write them down, why would I not share them with my community? 

So, I'm back baby. Tell  your friends! 

Happy Reading! 

Lis