I come to learn and respect at the same time that old boyfriends are kind of like your bad habits your mom and dad always told you to stop doing. Like Angelina, don't bite your nails: or Angelina, take your feet off the table, except the old boyfriend is like the habits we keep going back to. Why? Im questioning the same thing. Wish mom would have said "angelina' get your boyfriend out of the bed. Like all the other enlarged habits that come to mind:

But mom or dad never spoke that way. Being old fashioned Mexicali revolutionaries. They just let the happening go on as it was. Wish they would have kicked him out! Though a beautiful daughter came from such a mistake. It's only my daughter, who makes life a daily effort to continue.I love my little ballerina.

When the times are tough and when the winds blow
Love conquers all and it continues to show

When no one cares and the world is bleak
Love conquers all for those who seek

A love so true that the angels sing
This feeling I have can only be one thing

An undying love that withstand anything that is seen
The good times, the bad times and everything in between

So when people say it s over, dont believe what they say
Because love conquers all, come what may.

I just nodded my head
Gave him the gracias he
Wanted, went off to bed
I felt dead
Unwanted.

Mother didn't hear me
Father wasn't near me
I grew
Up
At the age
Of five.
Now I give my
Ballerina
My daughter,
A much better life.
That's love.
That's what's right.

I'm a cast away
From my own
I'm a second away
From all I know
I'm a smiling *****
At least to you
You are a sweet forget
From all I knew.
You are the shrew
Little boy.
I'm not your ****
Or little toy.
You, you I try
To avoid.
Scenic routes
Are better inside.
Inside myself where
I take my own steps.
Being alone I've
Figured is the
Best,

segregated churches
segregated souls
segregated fires
segregated coals

segregated freedom
segregated dreams
segregated whispers
segregated screams

segregated neighbors
segregated homes
segregated doorways
segregated zones

segregated people
segregated minds
segregated signals
segregated signs

segregated graveyards
segregated souls
segregated shovels
dig segregated holes

my stomach gurgles empty.
like my heart.
for want of you.

I've seen wild
Been in the bad
Seen abuse, the tied knot noose
The happy,
The sad,

I've trained myself
To realize the past doesn't matter.
That the future is near
The bloodstains are clear
From my lost brain matter.
Scattered, I want to be flattered.
Treated like a woman
Talked to like a girl
And bathed in a real man's world.

Not a boy's.