They sat, hate burning hot Watching her like prey Wishing she hadn’t come They spit mean words And snide angry comments Too loud not to be overheard She believed she could do it For her daughter She smiled and hugged She told stories and laughed But each moment Tested her resolve And she grabbed a…
I am not a girl anymore. I know I am long past that part of my life. It is good though, to go back and visit her. My best friend helps me to stay in contact with her. I think part of why I enjoy his company is his youth…I lost mine…so I borrow his. …
What came first the chicken or the hate? I would venture hate and the poor chicken just got stuck on the wrong side of the road. Seriously, what did the chicken ever do? I mean some business owner has an opinion, donates profits to organizations of his choosing and the world goes bat shit crazy! …
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