Just trying to pull some of what’s stuck inside back to the outside through any means necessary. Vomiting poison or good old fashioned grab and pull
Just trying to pull some of what’s stuck inside back to the outside through any means necessary. Vomiting poison or good old fashioned grab and pull
You never read my poetry anyway
Meaningless words put to the page
Still the knot in the pit of my stomach remains
You never check in on me these days
I still tell myself I love you anyway
You went hundreds of miles far away
Could have been a year or just a day
Guess that didn’t satisfy your quota for pain
You had to take my baby with you that whole way
I dial the numbers every day
Be a good...
In only 4 short years if you continue to cooperate you could be free. Ready to use your new skills for the greater good of the republic. If you are exceptionally talented and cooperative pop it could be even sooner. I blink and consider my options
Does it count as an experiment when they put you on drugs because they don’t like that you are different. You are underage you don’t have a say. Y...
Once there was a beautiful girl with hair with curls like seashells and the color of beaten gold
For one with so much promise she never grew to be very old
For beauty and promise attract jealousy
Which in itself has the power to be
quite frightening to behold
So let us just get on with this famous story of old
Our Goldilocks has been portrayed as selfish vain and coy
But history is written onl...
Young adults figuring out who they are. Hopefully people who have been through similar situations and had similar experiences. Maybe my pain can help them get through theirs. Obviously gypsies Roma. People who are fascinated by our culture. For some reason I see my audience as predominantly female. Perhaps because my girlhood has been the cause of so many problems....
I couldn’t BE more happy for you. Honestly you’ve always wanted a son and now she’s giving you one. Wait technically she already “gave” you one. Birth certificate and everything. Time and love that her basic ass wasn’t used to sharing. This time it went 3 ways. And obviously you were that child’s favorite too. I mean not to be whatever but look at his options. Kidding I’m kidding of course but se...
He didn’t know how he got here would Tricia be pissed was his first thought as it often was Had he fucked up, fallen off the wagon again ? There was a haze around everything that suggested he had but at the same time he felt strangely sober in control had he blacked out? The fog was different this time though something felt strange. There were two doors in front of him. Tricia he called someho...
Scctartcing with her youth in the eighties in Hungary and moving through time too the present Beginning in Budapest their life is constantly changing as they are nomadic by nature it is a Real life accounting it varies from being coloforulvexcitibgvand vibrant to bribgvdarfnvf got dark racist and filled with despair dependent upon their current locale...
In her youth scrappy brown curly hair vibrant green eyes 4’11 she never sees the top of anyone’s head and is always looking up tan olive skinned as a child she was forever messy her clothes almost always disheveled except for when doing the caravan shows when she would dress in traditional Roma garb long skirts finger bells and coins around her waist so when she danced they would shake as well ...
The story a young gypsy girl and her exploits with her family and clan Including blitz tournaments the dogs they raised and the complicated relationships between her siblings and cousins She is also a true gypsy 100% Roma blood whose worth is great to certain witches and other clans She also has the gift of seeing peoples colors it’s not mind reading but something akin to be an an empath and ha...
She had to be good because you were so bad
Your sister does it this way
Sometimes I just see you and I’m angry
I raised all my children the same how did you end up so different ?
All quotes from my loving mother. Why should it still bother me? I’m a mother myself and have tried repeatedly to put myself in her shoes. After all you can’t help how you feel. If my presence made her angry than sure...