Im your first born,
Why wont you protect me mommy?

I did nothing to him,
But you just stand there and watch.

Dont you love me?
Protects his son,
But hurts your first born?

Thats ****** up mommy.

Deep down,
behind all this ****,
Im still the little girl you know.

Your supost to protect me.
But you aint mommy.
You *****!

Im hurtin,
But you cant even tell.

Your a ***** mommy!
I hate you mommy!
I hate hateing you mommy!

It makes me hurt inside.

I weave through the crowd
realizing how tiny I am
faces blurring together
my smile jaded
watching people unwind
and ditch their clothes

One of many Key West festivals

I can feel his eyes hateing everyone
looking at me
his hand firmly wrapped around mine
hes not used to this kind of thing
and like a pit bull he looks out for me

We watched as outsiders
and it felt so good to be with someone
I  love
I cant help but see duval as a sea of lost souls
A place where paradise took too many drugs

The day is done.
The words don't come.
Lost in the masses of confusion...
I try to find what I need.
Looking for ideas and finding none.
Magor lose, no where to go.
Walking in circles, trying to find a straight line.
My head it aches, pounding and pounding.
Trading one sorted sanity for another.
Hateing the reality of it all.
Going to bed, sleep on it today.
It will come together later.
When I am rested and calm.
I hope....
AC/02/26/10

It was never about you
hateing the way I dress
But you trying to dress me
Or you hating it when I sang
But the way you made me stop
Or you complaining about my red lipstick
But the fact you wouldnt kiss me
Or you sleeping in anothers arms
But that you blamed it on me
And now I realize it was never about me
Not even a little.