There are many things that you can take Which don’t belong to you Possessions and choices, just to name a few.
The day Roe was overturned, I wrote the song, "When You Were Mine." ~ thanks for listening.
My Hope: We must stop the internal fighting and put that energy towards solutions. We are suffocating ourselves with anger and compliancy. Let us focus upon what we have in common, not our differences. My Prayer for the world... May we aspire to the greatness of our collective souls.
Birthday celebrations have always escaped me. It makes me uncomfortable to have people treat me differently as they rally to support my birth. I really had nothing to do with it.
As separate as we may feel, we are together. As strong as we may present, we are still fragile. As loud as our heart beats, it’s the music of our soul. As the day draws to darkness, we bow our heads Giving thanks for those we have love and lost.
Basura Cat came up to me, As I watched the Afghans’ trying to flee. A tear touched both of our eyes, As their only freedom is through the skies.
The next day a text, Covid-19 in his chest I canceled all of my students, thinking it best Thinking of anyone who had come into my space Thankfully, outdoors, I wear a mask on my face.
Basura Cat is paw stomping hot It’s the Olympics she says, she now will boycott It’s the tiny bikinis that make her so mad She thinks they are scandalous and bad.
“Ah Ha!” cried the King Of COVID-19, “we have finally made it around the world! People are scared and buying toilet paper, what fools!”
Basura Cat said, “But I thought…” I replied, “Yes you do that a lot.” She said, “But didn’t they say?” I could see her eyes filled with dismay.