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Irrational Haters and My Children

Up early as usually but this time with a mission to complete Halloween Costumes.

Not a pain free day most definitely, but have kids who rely on me to be a good mom.

 

Everyone has haters; the two faced, "your girls" wanting your guy or envy clothes style,

or randoms you never met, desiring your life, home or new car bought with hard work.

 

Most days what's posted on sites about me makes not a bit of difference in my world,

I ignore and move on with my life, know haters have nothing better to do than gossip.

 

No news is good news and nothing from my usual "Town Criers" saying "Guess What?"

One day got messages in text, "You have been labeled Babylon's ***** by Craiglisters!"

 

Not a "lol" nor "Roflmao" situation. Thinking, What in the world? and How in the world?

Me, Ms. Abstaining and they, who love assuming and posting drama without thought.

 

Their world; small town America and believers of truth in "all" internet rumors and media,

not willing to give benefit of doubt, once minds, so limited in thought, have been made up.

 

E-mail inquiries from potential employers I never met from destinations far far away,

asking and informing that person with such low morals shall never be part of their world.

Drama finds me and neither welcome nor do I seek it out, way too emotionally draining,

believer in live and let live, authored "Celibacy" poem to stop jokes made to my kids.

 

Who knew that trying for your dreams could bring forth bringers or illogical pure hatred?

Who knew that emotions of my children whom I love, would be affected by narrow minds?

 

After family conference and with full support, by the way, had to explain ***** to son,

this mom carries on and still on second journey pursuing dreams and making realities.

 

If I give up dreams it will never be because someone posted bold faced lies on open forum,

it will be because I choose to do it with good reasons and those reasons are mine alone.

 

Pitfalls? Have been numerous. Will? Strong and still determined to see this through to end.

Tomorrow isn't promised and hear my dad say, "Daughter, go forth and let haters be fuel!"

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