Poetry: Bitch is me...

1996

Carry it in the sway
Of the way I walk -
Lilting my tones
In how I talk -
I ride the moment
Catch the wave -
Be a hero
Miss the day -

You all look
To frown
At my behavioral
Crown -
I walk - I sway -
I'll sill act this way -
I'm a woman
Tall and strong -
I'm a woman
Who'll enjoy her wrongs -

So keep on whispering
As I walk -
Sway right past
As you gawk -
Keep on starting
Go ahead -
I'll be long gone
The moments dead -----

Straight from the hip:

Grass is always greener: So why do we have that urge as humans to move… to believe that there must be better more luscious pastures elsewhere. Is it due to some build up of our psyche which is never satisfied with what we have, or is it a sub-conscious nomadic past that we have not quite been able to forget? As nomads we followed the sun or our food sources…. More ...

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