Not a modern woman just a survival of the fittest thing
Still a work in progress but I try to heal what I did not create.

One way or another.

Yes, my acquiescence is salty,
It helps the rootlets grow.

For you,
With you,
By you.

Thank you

Once this world was a better place,
Now filled with lots of disgrace
So quick to hide behind their screen,
Bashing,slashing, and gossiping
So you thought she was truly your friend,
Now she'll do anything just to win
Told all of your secrets to any who gave their ear,
Spoke to them your stories,worries, and fear
Remember that there are still good friends,
Will treat you like a princess until this world ends
Don't let it trouble you,
I'll hold your hand till you make it through