Two faced hooker….

….price for my
Sex is my love
and life long
to you….
to desire you
always….

I wonder if the
thoughts I have sometimes
are trully my thoughts

The more sex I have,
The greater I am.

Fuck no! I don’t wanna birth a
baby! Born into dogma and poverty….

I want be a trophy wife with
guy with a small cock,
but lots of….
….money
….fame
….power

But who am I?

I am woman,
but who am I?

Right to Life….

White people
regularly avoid
me,
Ignoring my
greetings,
some with
open malice.

If I’d feelings
left in my
bleeding heart

I would feel
the pain
of their hatred.

So do I wish them
dead?

I say, ‘No’.

Because the
universe is
seemingly void
of life,
and our
planet the
only
home for life.

But the society
and civilization
that bred that
hatred,
should and
will die.

Every
human.

The universe can
do better.

09.09.2021

I admit with a heavy heart, that I do not know how to write the things that concern me, and that’s OK.

But because that doesn’t excuse me from raising my voice and pointing at obvious wrongs, it is a burden I will bear.

Yes, racism is pretty bad, and the restrictions on voting rights are terrible.

I mean, that goes without saying.

But not allowing women to have abortions are perhaps worse than those two combined.

And please, the poor excuses that Jesus was against such a thing as abortion tells me that I live in 15th century, and not the 21st.

And why I will stand the abolishing Christianity, an organization that seems prone to making underclasses in any population that practice it.

Enough!

They sell themselves short….a poem.

People put up with
too much;
for the sake of peace,
or to gain wealth.

In doing so they swallow
their pride and then
stop listening to their
inner voice.

For a since of peace
They will gladly
abandon their
homes and
sacrifice their
children.

Only to buy
homelessness.

For wealth they sell
their souls to
the highest bidder
for worthless
currencies
from banks
and morally
bankrupt
countries.

How did we turn
a simple existence
into
Every man and woman
for themselves?

Just more rats in the
race….

….by the way, you’re bleeding to death….a poem

Insult turned to brawling, turned to wars without end….

We’ve bled you and I,
for country, glory and
and excuses.

Death comes to us all,
so we are not afraid of dyin’,
But how and why we
die?

I remember dyin’,
a spear through my heart,
seekin’ glory.

No one remembers me.

Will anyone
remember US?

08.12.2021

I realize that I write as form mercilessly self torture. That my writings could help change someone’s life by perhaps not repeating my mistakes.

But there is no way that I can tell that people have changed their lives because of something I have posted.

But I write.

It is my hope that there is wisdom here somewhere.

One point of wisdom is to avoid being a slave for anything or anyone: not for country, politics or religion.

Be as free as you can.