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Gold Digger

I was not raised in religion,

 

But in feminine spirituality.

 

To my mother money is God.

 

To my mother money is power.

 

Second generation daddy issues

 

Passed down three times.

 

Words of wisdom repeated like psalms in a church house

 

"Romance without finance is a nuisance"

 

Three generations of divorcees.

 

Is this ***** power?

 

Taking on the burden of not selling myself short;

 

Financial happiness versus mental.

 

Feeling the guilt of sin

 

Having not betrayed The Creator

 

But rather my name, her face

 

Falling in love in with love

 

Despite its wallet.

 

Who wouldn’t want cheap kisses

 

Compared to an expensive heartache?

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Dec 28, 2013
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