You ask me questions, as if your curiosity itself entitled you to the answers. Secrets, which in the simple act of their existence engender in us a fierce protectiveness; We want to shelter them. answers, which before you no one even knew to ask for. “Do I think you’ll judge me for them?” you ask. And of course of course I do. But, how could that be it? Your curiosity doesn’t earn you the right of entry.
Euphrosyne: You can just stay here And if I give you the white strips You can just lay down And use the white strips And by the time they release you Your teeth will look so good I mean no offense but You’d be using you’re time wisely. They will look so Much better. Here, I have two boxes.
Aglaea: I think there’s yoga too You can really firm up doing that I really think you should stay and Take the yoga I’m serious. You can also journal And do color therapy I know you know your colors Obviously! So you should think about Sharing what you know With the less Fortunate It shows Gratitude And I know that you’re Grateful.
Thalia: While you’re here we’ll get you all New stuff I know this guy And he can do it He’ll redo your whole place And I bet it could be an editorial And you need flowers. We’ve got to get that sorted Why don’t you do a vision board? There are Magazines here right? You can use them. Well some of them. Vogue maybe? They do have Vogue right? And when you’re out we’ll Deal with the hair and stuff like that. In the meantime Find out if there’s a manicurist in here. You feet are busted.
Here where prison is a place we call MountJoy A young manboy just released Shoots pool with plastic blue Rosary beads And fresh tattoo And eyes on me Runs his hand along his hard body Says you see it done me good Embraces everyone he meets He knows he’s gonna keep With this discipline He knows that he can be Anything he wants to be Oh yes Anyone he wants to be Loving father Good Good son Puppy, shark Rolled into one He has a story Lessons learned And a new hard body All hard earned Feels the tides inside him sing The tears , the blood Psychiatry The library Emotions men pretend to hide It all comes out In the world On the inside
I was recently researching the term "hysteria", and the dark history that follows it. Stripped to its Greek roots, it essentially equates to "crazy woman". Doctors used this term to diagnose women & commit them as psychologically disturbed. They also used it to describe a woman while she was menstruating. It's worth looking into.
We are not the personal property Of some person who proposed As always I oppose The subjugation of our identity In pursuit of marital bliss This institution does not fix **** It just repackages old ideas In modern consumerism In love I am not yours And you are not mine But I am not blind To the stunning visage The gift of your existence I just don’t think real love Requires ancient legal and religious Assistance