Over time I grow in wonder, try to find a little more of myself. Discover the unknown to grow in a new moon. I search the valley's underlying bed-frames, the heaven's above taking up the dead again. Time after time I just try to find a shred of self reliance. Feeling as though the grass of my life has only been mowed never given the time to grow, I am dry like dirt. I thirst for some knowledge, throw me over the ledge and sacrifice what's all been given just to know. I want to feel it, I want to feel the seductive grasp on my throat being thrown at the wall discovering hard hitting new personality like one of an edgy feminist. What is it to be feminine? Grown from males, filling the wells with blood and testosterone. Why is this my home? No woman for me to learn from, no mother for me to cry on. She tried her best, but the best is of sad wealth when her mind is in a drought. Barely able to help herself, and stand on her own. She's not prone to motherhood, a family to her is of a prison cell mate. Tortured by children of the past, making me feel just like trash. A dump abandoned with not even a pup to protect me. It feels so alone, I wish I could go home but I am home. I'd find myself asking "Where's my relief?" but, for I was young. Young and naive, with no Steve or Eve, a family of my own, I was drifting alone. I once was this, but now I am above it.