Daddy always said I was his little girl..

Listen, young man,
Whoever you are,
Your mother is waiting,
She grieves from afar …

This is just a poem I wrote to perform at a slam poetry contest and never really went through with it. Tell me what you think.

There were many toys I had as a child. But there is one toy I could remember rather distinctly. My rag doll was my companion and I played with it a lot. Do you have a special toy during your childhood?

We want relationships, but when we are in them it is painful. Without a relationship is painful too, so might as well just wish to have a brain then maybe we would be able to avoid all the pain because then we would know better.

Still…

Excerpt From My Diary, Fun In The Sun (In Moderation) If You Please, Multiple Sclerosis.

This poem is about wishing things could change within a relationship to make it better.

The cruel effects of war on the innocent.