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I was raised Catholic
But Easter
Belongs to
Mother Nature
It is a holiday
Hijacked by men
Who refused to accept
A female worthy of
Worship
And holiday
I get that you want him
You want him so bad
But it isn't my fault
He wants me, instead
Pulling a long hair out of your **** crack
janessa ann Mar 2018
paint is black,
just like my soul.
agony.
suffering.
painting is a struggo
oh my avocado.
faith talking to avocado: "I don't like you, but at least you inspired me to write this poem."
I am not mentally ill
But I wonder
If I was
How envious I would be
Of all those
Who know
The bliss
Of boredom
janessa ann Mar 2018
The snow is getting incredibly deep.
This weather is making me want to weep.
SEIRIOUSLY THIS IS DEEP ****!
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