Bread and Butter,
refuse to let go of life’s udder.

Never stutter or delay
rather live everyday
like it were your last.

Stand up in class and refuse to sit down
let the sound of your words reverberate these empty walls
and keep running down the class hall
and breaking through glass ceilings
and keep feeling
your soul
paint peeling; pastel walls.

Bread and butter,
the weary hands of your mother
the lying gaze of your father
don’t even bother
with the lies and despair
don’t give one flying fuck
or care.
Just build up your own life
build-a-bear.