Wind and rain dance together like walking on waterfalls of tears because I’m late for a tea party with magic and monsters, storybook fairytales living in a world of fantasy fiction.
Times of structure and imbalanced opinion, oppression from every direction. We’re supposed to live in a land that is free. There may have been a day so many years ago. Yet hear it comes again, like the past never happened. Mid-evil lies, why are we not living in abundant lives? Stories of my childhood like nails on a chalkboard.
Presidents and first ladies, the house and senates rule. Structure, duty, what is right and what is wrong?
We flaunt our sexuality like it’s the last thing from a sacred gift. Presents you never see but feel the pain and guilt when you don’t want it. Packages freely given with no regard for the hearts and bleach white smiles masking scared little girls inside. Dressing up like Barbie dolls thinking they’re so fine.
But sorry ladies, fellas are just going to give you pillow face time. Faces like geishas, but sorry this is the states. Short skirts, hair curled, make up from MAC and cheese, your bullshit is sweeter than honey-bees, why don’t you just say please? Because you are just begging to be pounded, and that’s fate bitch.
Because nowadays our hearts don’t break like glass balls, yet we still are giving gifts like it’s the holidays, here is the disappointment all around, because we don’t understand the confusion that comes with the disappointment of children running around with no parents. Mommies and Daddies still children themselves. So what do we do with the children fathering children when it is at a time so precious our generations and lives still have yet to understand it?
Western medicine is not really taking our stress and hormones into account. Synthetic prescriptions given as answers but sorry our endocrine systems don’t receive bail outs. We have one life to live, one body to live it so when, tanker trucks of toxic chemicals are getting shipped from SF to DC daily you start to say oh shit, oh goodness what happened to our ethics?
Thoughts racing by, our brains being fried in front of the television, it screams, blares stories. How can we think straight when our brains are being surrounded by deadly neurotoxins, and the Cinderella syndrome takes over?
I want you so badly, a prince for a princess?
I love you. Don’t ever think I do not understand what is going on? Live a little, love, laugh until you die of happiness, great moments come once in a lifetime. Hold onto him until you scream at the pain, stay with them until you cannot cry at the joy and laugh at the situation.
Oh, don’t you dare stop kissing my breast, and love me as if it is the last day you live for tomorrow and let dream for the whole world is watching plagued by eyes unseen by the truth. She is a bitch; she is a slut, names for females with plastic faces with daddy issues. Oh, my mama just says it is because I am real; but what does it really mean to be real mama?
