Isn't it ironic? Don't you think? - Alanis Morrisette As children our imaginations know no bounds. We know we are going to be... a famous singer, actor, writer, artist, astronaut, The President, maybe doctor or a teacher. No child thinks... I'd love to be an accountant, middle-management, someone who sits in a chair for forty … Continue reading Isn’t it Ironic?
Beauty is truly, what's between your two ears, It takes most forever, to see what is dear. The skinny, the fat, and all in between, Are precious vessels, to many unseen. I hate my own body, I feel like freak. Has society said, it's bad being unique? I look at my daughters, and worry that … Continue reading Beauty
Warning: This poem is about rape. I want to warn those who may be triggered. That is not my intent. He stole my me, hot hot breath on the back of my neck. Ordered me to shut the fuck up bitch. Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be. You know you want … Continue reading Horror
Warning: This poem is about domestic abuse. She stands in front of the mirror, looking down at her arm. The one with welts on it, the shape of his fingers. She shouldn't have pulled away. Stupid. She admonishes herself. This is her fault again. She is glad they are red marks, not bruises. Maybe they … Continue reading Stupid!
Yesterday was the fourth anniversary of my second Open Heart Surgery. Don't I look gorgeous? The first picture is me the morning of the surgery. The second was taken directly after surgery. For those who have major surgeries, the dates always stick out, the anniversaries, the memories, the pain, the fear, and hopefully the relief. … Continue reading Lions, and tigers, and Heart Surgery oh my!