He told me to leave it
And I took it out on him
"What nonsense was this"
I thought quietly
I told others
"That guy told me to leave it"
And it did not make sense
So I left
And then understood
Why
And now I thank him
For telling me to leave
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Saturday, February 02, 2013
Who I am -- is not for your amusement
I am not your amusement child, for when you are stressed or weary of the world
I do not look sexy or cute, do not entice anything out of me, with your sexual connotations
I am but a child, sitting there watching tv
Learning about the world, all of such eight, staring out the window
Not yet grown, not understanding that there is evil out there
And evil there laying on the couch -- watching me -- waiting, planning
For when the house is empty, ready to pray on me
Decisive, practiced, many a girl before me, and many after me
So I wonder, what went through in your mind, when you decided to violate my body
When you decided, what my life should be.
Was it that you were stressed, like you told me so many years later, when I grew up
Or was it just that you were a man -- weak, useless and cruel
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Friday, January 25, 2013
The Queens in Town
The Queens in Town
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Wednesday, December 05, 2012
How to change
The lady in purple
Walked up to the
Telephone booth
And stepped in
There was a line
Outside
Waiting, getting impatient
In the hot weather
She closed the door
Taking refuge inside
Watching the
Dried chewing gum
Cake up the slot
Where her money
Was to go
She noticed a penny
On the floor
She turned to leave
But stopped
As the telephone rang
She heard it
Calling her in the background
She was busy looking
At the floor and the money
People outside waiting
She leaned over
And chose the change
Leaving the phone call
To the next in line.
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Sunday, November 25, 2012
The Fish
The love heart
Told over and over
That it was a fish
So much so -- it blew bubbles
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Saturday, November 24, 2012
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