The purest love is silent.
It speaks without words.

It prays.


Shell ✨🐚

Feather light being
How fragile you are
Are you going somewhere?
All dressed up for the day?
Oh, are you waiting for Easter?
That is still far away.
Beautiful  hat with purple ribbon
Suits your color,  I’m charmed.
Want to take you away
Keep you safe to enjoy Easter together
Yet, that’s still a long time to wait .

Oh my little yellow friend
by the time,  
you will still be beautiful
but not as cute as you are now.
Your hat will not fit anymore .
You’ll be a young hen by then
and who knows what colors you are?
I know, little cute yellow friend
you can’t imagine
It’s hard to process.
I’ll keep you safe till Eastern,
I’ll buy you a brand new hat.
One that will suit the new you.
The beautiful colored hen
you’ll be.




Shell✨🐚

I think I had a thought once,
not sure where it went

I think I had a choice,
before their automatic consent

I think I had a body,
until it was covered under a glass ceiling of intersectionality,
disguised as empowerment & healing

I think I had ambitions,
but I wasn't allowed to share them f r e e l y

I think I had a story,
which included originality, not mass produced 'bots

I think I think a lot,
it's okay though, only when it helps with the plot

I think I had a life,
built on standards of equality, for all to prevail

I think I was The Foreman,
who settled on being the female

Where would that be ?
You look around suspiciously ,
dubiously .

I asked if there was any prayer in Hell .

I owe, I owe it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up the dollars come so slow

It looks like I took a turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road and come down with
some kind of voodoo curse

These monetary blues I do detest
They've taken away my happy-go-lucky
and put me under house-arrest

My muse she flew out the door and is on-the-run
Screaming over her shoulder, it ain't a crime to be unhappy
but it isn't any fun

I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up and the dollars come so slow