Waiting to break away from my past and present and to freely sprint into my future. A change is on the way….

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean and when I think about us I wonder were either of us ever civil. Dead Beat… you wanted to live and apparently I wanted to die because I was infected with my love for you, DNA chained, strained, and to blame.

Poetry.

A partner should be loved and respected.

Our lives are our own now that we are apart.

A love poem.

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Liberty for all.

A poem describing the pitiable condition of women who are forced to shut themselves up in order to keep up with the norms of society. ends with the unfortunate event of having to submit herself to a husband whom is more or less a stranger.

Some challenges, delays,lust,and apathy.
5-14-2011.