Isn't it strange and a bit absurd?
I didn't know it until I finally heard
Doesn't it show how sick all of you are
Venting hate when I've gone so far?
I don't care if you watch me, it's true
last thing on my mind is you, you, you
I know you watch everything I do online
and if you want to watch me, that's fine
I don't give a rat's ass what you all do
I left behind a miserable life and you
So spy on my facebook and others too
Nothing you do will make me feel blue
I'm done with you, forever and a day
hateful attitudes, self righteous ways
better to mind your business, you see
and stop trying to stir up trouble for me
To me you are nothing, isn't it strange?
Soon I won't even share your name
A lovely family poem I wrote of late
I'm not part of family drama and hate
Long ago I said goodbye to all of you
If you want to watch here's what to do
hate me, defame me in your conversation
From you I'm taking a permanent vacation
lol sometimes family and friends can be more like strangers, and strangers more kind then family. I understand your feels totally.
Continue to be your beautiful wholesome self and don't give two pickles for them, xo
I can relate. Hopefully this will show them your strength of character Susan, and not just give them more fuel for their bitter deep-seated ill will. You have my empathies. There are some of my extended family that are the same way. Your writing gift endures. That's something to be thankful for. rlc
This is a strange departure from the
Poetess of the Heart. Bad day no doubt.
But fear not. You are still way up there
above the madding crowd. You'll not lose
your place with one tiny stumble.
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
Asa D Seeley, a young Afro American man, shares his struggle to leave his past behind as he reaches for his future. In his one-of-a-kind style, he searches for answers...from the visible & invisible. A Memoir in Poetical/Prose form.
budd
Love ya!
Jane
Continue to be your beautiful wholesome self and don't give two pickles for them, xo
Poetess of the Heart. Bad day no doubt.
But fear not. You are still way up there
above the madding crowd. You'll not lose
your place with one tiny stumble.