To the eyes who see me blinded by preconception
You have named me timid, fraid,  traumatized, sad, shy, recluse alone
Fearfully quiet
You present me a victim who cannot stand ,speak, serenade, seek, spreading self strong against the world
I challenge  that you have not understand the me that  was so quickly judged in prejudice
You have not seen the courage ,resilience ,strength, stubbornness power that. Is me
Pray take your weak minded thinking and look closely as perhaps what you are judging is more self then me
I have been and will be ever  be moving with each day firmly underfoot so that I know  what I am ,who I am, and where I will be

Mother whelped me on a Sunday in
A storm of curse words as if
She was trying to push my stubborn little ***
Into a place I did not want to be as if I had an opinion in the matter
I suspect I simply slid out when she was
not paying attention

I was the youngest of 12 and Mamma had been told by the  ladies of of her church that she should not have children  and vowed she had been lied to
Daddy charmed momma like a preacher though he had never seen the inside of a building where they had talked about Jesus the lord or anything that wafted of religion

Mother denies any attraction to daddy though I suspect that this is not true. Lies say I as she lay with him enough to get quickened 12 times --that requires more than just a tasting.   I suspect the taste turned bad as I waasbthe last whelp from that sire

There is little to know
I am all that I present
No secrets, no snares
No scandals hidden beneath the bed

Open and flowing are the pages of my life
Written full of words loud and proud
Seductive, strong, sorrowful all spewing
Crowding pages with clattering verbs

So it shall be left to you to read the words
Should you choose
Write I shall continue to do for
The reader who will welcome words of of mine

I have marched to a different band
One that is out of tune and so bad  that everyone else went home
But I understood the shrill notes, the  mismatched beats
Musicians who won't read music or keep in time
Chaos touching places convention never knew
Evoked a calmness on my wondering mind
Magic happens when chaos becomes convention
For a moment   I am a part
But then I seek another chaos place to be
Until that too shall tune in on me

Morning beckons
New adventures abound
Life calls richly and loudly
Pleasures to taste fully
Open doors give much light
To clear all doubt and fear
Journeys begin where darkness end
Pathways clearly marked to be seen
And so shall I embark to the next step
with steady gait and forward walk

We live

We breathe

We eat

We talk

We touch

We see

We Feel

We ****

We love

We hate

We ****

We do not understand