I used to think blue eyes were pretty, his were not. his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure, or cloudy sky blue. His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars. Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death
I want to break the cycle of abuse that I was subjected to I don't want to be feared I don't want to be known by my footsteps I don't want to scream at the slightest mishap I don't want to beat people or push them down or place their worth on grades I want to be loving and kind I want to be loved and be a safe place to talk I want to give comfort instead of pain I want to put value on effort not a letter grade kids might not be for me but if they are in the future I don't want to continue the cycle of abuse I will break the cycle when/if the time comes
Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Dispatches for the Colonial Office
“I am Going to Call for a Major Investigation…”
-Our Red Queen on Truth [sic] Social
In Wonderland a new oppressive conjuration - His name is Major Investigation Sent at our screaming queen’s instigation To drag us all down to her police station
Beginning with Kamala, Oprah, and Bono For somewhat disapproving of him – oh, no! The Major will punish their laissez-majesto - In the name of freedom their heads must go!
(But of course the irony in all this biz Is that their heads are even larger than his)
I Dont Understand Life I Dont Understand Myself I Don't Understand Anything I Don't Understand Please Help Me Understand How To Survive The Calm After The Storm After So Long Living In The Hurricane