I am the old lady who lives in a shoe,

That goes by the name of two.

I am a ghost that follows you,

Or maybe I’m the hopeless dream you relentlessly cling to.

My body is stained with hues of blue,

After I was punched by a kangaroo.

My Aunt Doll ran out of shampoo.

I don’t know why I’m telling you.

I am the lie you continuously spew.

You don’t understand me but I understand you.

Did you know there really is a Timbuktu?

Brianna Walker is a Graduating Senior Broadcast/ Mass Communications major from Natchez, Mississippi. She will be a contributor to The Campus Chronicle for the 2018-2019 school year.