There's something unsettling about this feeling of loving hopelessly.
My toes are constantly ready to push off and dive into a pool that's empty. It holds no water or promise, but I get up and jump again and again. This is what reparable souls are made of Magic, drunken thoughts, and bravery all wrapped in delicate skin.
My mother has warned me of this feeling before. and how it ends in tissues and stitches. But I call her and urge her indiscretion to my father and her emotions.
I crave the feeling of feeling stuck in your gut, where your body aches but it’s wrapped in silk sheets. Feelings that consume my mind wholly, constantly, agonizing and yet I stand on the diving board ready to crash again.
With every long hair oil massages and the long tea break on sunday evenings, mother told me the stories that she lived, rich with genres. The ones with her siblings are my favorite, but there are these little stories that she often repeats. some brings a tear or two, and she sips the tea and says what else she could have done other than accepting. Even with the colorful, rich genres of stories, she never had a dream. And everytime it makes me realize how much it means to have a dream.
Cursing unprovoked enemies Repaying evil for my good ~~~~~~ Some story poems releasing deep angered frustration are also a part of the healing process needed methods used by poets too
Pain is excruciating without my loved little ones my grown big ones around The depth of emptiness pain is undescribable in words Yet peaced, in honorable Epic motherhood skills Exercised with honors I am the best mother for my children in the world and in general I adore children respect boundaries I don't care about my reputation arising from how badly jealous enemies have trash me a lifetime
I want enemies to know this; It may seem that your evil dividing plot has broken us all up But you can't really ever win EVIIL NEVER LAST We remain blood family we're stronger than you all imagine My grown daughters and me Mom Bba AA and grandkids We were brilliant enough to have and to hold each other all the days of our lives past present and future.
We are mother and daughters! In ways you can't imagine Nor forever sabotage
We remain as one near or far as one unit gene-pool. in each others hearts and with love We remain unharmed
Such bond exist no mater what calamities lurk Forever eternally unbreakable we are!
You jealous thugs have nothing. This purple heart Bba Mom no matter how badly envied and trashed by u ugly foe nagas, never gives up loving, caring understanding ancient family's values triumphed weaved with patience joys heart and great courage Past and present My family fame is ours no matter the defeat implied by you heartless Snakes in our paradise Your hate crime won't prevail.
All you sociopathic imposters Filling up your empty cradles buying my gown daughters, assimilating them aided by human predators Greek poisoners using fraudulent birth Certificates to own My Lala-E Sassy-R Coco-J Oh how I can read your twisted minds. Bunch of sterile anacondas. Cowards hate crime foes.
I know your filthy methods covertly unbeknownst to My beautiful grown kids drugging them to conjure. a need for your possessive handicap cares offered
Your sick behavior entails old psychopathic tendencies your mental illness I give you ten traits of narcissist personality. May you all rot in hell for your hate crime against me Being ever on to me since 1983. Cursed may you all evildoers be
Free my grown children They belong to my heart Not your greed Cursed be you all ugly Raitanos Elz-W, He-ry & your ex hater brainless sterile serpent nurse May you all meet a most untimely painful End along your evil skims for attacking me Mom unprovoked Undeserved I never harmed anyone not you much less my kin So shame on you. ~~~~~~~ By Karijinbba All Rights reserved
My children iI love you from your birth until eternity beyond the end of time Love your Mother Angelina..que Bba.
Bitter, sour, barely sweet, when I was in your tummy, you craved that acidic fruit, and even though we've since leaned towards different suns and fermented, it's still my favorite.
Your twisted seed, what has become of me?
Growing up your love was a grapefruit. Pulpy, complex cuts, precision with a tiny knife. It left a sting on my lips, but it fed me, and it gave me vitamins and it was juicy. This morning as I consume these two halves I think of us.
Duplicate cells, my pink flesh and thick skin and biting taste, all from you. Both of us hollowed out and squeezed until we have nothing left to give, but we're still bright yellow on the outside.