Daydreamer

There was a time I felt
so incredibly lonely and alone.
I was a younger woman then
a mother of one
adorable baby boy whose smile
made my heart dance.
I hated the fact that
roaches crawled the floors,
walls—even with the lights on
They owned every inch of our
apartment space.
Linen white cabinets
painted over multiple times
to cover dirt and grime
of a multi-unit on the North side
in need of maintenance
and new tenants.
My life was not as it should
have been according to that
fluffy ponytail and colorful
barrette wearing little girl
who grew up on the West side
of Chicago.
Alone I’d weep
pray for someone to love me
unconditionally
A foolish hope for one so naive
to the hellish things going on
in the world.