Cheap

My mothers words 
echo in my head.
So many contradictions-
what am I to believe?
I guess I will stay with the 
sheer indignation
at the names she 
hurled in my direction.
I guess I will 
latch on to the 
fury . . .

I've been chasing dreams all of my life.
I used to write love poems
but reality got in the way.
Face it girl-
You got no love coming to you . . .
Why waste your ink?

So I guess I'll just lie here
in the dark,
Alienating myself even
further and
prove that the
vicious things she said
are true.
I reach for his hand
And soon I am
lost in the throes of
passion,
proving I'm 
worth every
penny.