Saturday, September 25, 2010
Standing Up For Myself
You may get me to chop off my long, sun-bleached locks
Jealous of my legs that you hope will no longer hold me
Planting seeds of doubt while playing your game, gleefully.
You may wear your fear as you buzz cut your boy's hair
Afraid he will be "called a girl"; hating my son for his own
Yet, clearly seen by me is your deep-rooted envy, shown
You may tell me not to talk to that young x who left you
Begging the landlord to ban me from talking to your friends
Sadly, libelous claims against my child, is where it ends
You may grow your dyed black hair, like a 'witch in hunt'
Friending me on facebook with knives behind your back
As you nestle up to the next guy with money for a six-pack
You may have me babysit your sweet boy, a while ago
Call that cute cop and send him right to my open door
Where was "he" when you fell down drunk, on my floor?
You may tell your child that "big boys do things" to him
Manipulating everyone you keep in your public drama
Imagine spiking cookies for all, when you're a Grandma!
You may tell that younger man who's 8 years your junior
Lies through your shark-sharp teeth in your life of woe
Allowing others to wonder why true tears rarely flow?
You may say you think we have a "love-hate relationship"
Sober eyes like mine speak with a heart that opens up
Why is it that this life of ours you would ever disrupt?
You may say one thing and do the very opposite other
Hating anyone who loves themselves as well as you
Some are wiser to a loving kiss, than a fiendish screw
You may protect yourself with lies that hurt all you know
Seeing yourself as the helpless victim no one loves
When your hands are out ... tiny pushes into shoves
You may condemn your Daddy for what you say he did
Using him for money and hurtiing your son by pretending
This loveless lie you weave is soul-lessly never-ending
You may try and get me to move by scaring me to submit
Smiling as you tell me words you believe I want to hear
Soaking in your own stinking snake-oil infested by fear
You may throw any kind person you've ever met, far away
Grabbing onto doubts, you land yourself in trouble, again
Even though I will always send love, you were never a friend!
Funny how things, turn out ...
A little note ... to be left on Facebook, as my most recent "status update", was mysterious eaten alive in cyberspace.
So, forced to start all over ...I decided to have even more clarity and really own my power.
Thus, feeling so overtly coerced, as to fearfully move, almost 5 hours by ferry, up; the Sunshine Coast!
Now, I feel it only fair to speak my powerful voice, to finally say ...
"Wait til you, later, read what i first wrote."
Firstly, my priority - my son Kaelin.
MOVING TIME HAS TURNED INTO MOVIE TIME.
And, standing up for myself, on two salty rawsome stalks ... shall be sweetly and unmercifully sublime!!!!