I know no enemies, except one... Her eyes are the same as mine Grey-blue, they never seem to smile with the curve of lips Come with me And you'll see no diatribes that slice through the thickest of skin for I know no enemies than the one... With a pulled back mane that held too … Continue reading I Know No Enemies
Broken Lots
We are the broken, told to stay within lines that do little to define what we are, but we know who You … Continue reading Broken Lots
Forgive Me of My Trespasses
I don't belong to you or this place I love you more that I can ever say, But I don't belong Never have. So when I ask you, to understand, to let go, I am asking you for your love, your forgiveness Because I must trespass against you in order to become what you see. … Continue reading Forgive Me of My Trespasses
Sticks and Stones Were the Games We Played
.....When I was younger I was picked on relentlessly. I was so pathetic, that even a foster kid, who was probably experiencing the shit-hole we sometimes call a foster-care system, would degrade me, and this was what, head-start, kindergarten? Fat Lazy Loser Poor Pathetic Dirty Stupid.... My friends were the kids on the edges of … Continue reading Sticks and Stones Were the Games We Played