Walks in the Park

"There's no way you would go for a man like me if you had options" He made me his muse his inspiration his reason for being he idolized my beauty and he chased the appreciation in everybody's lips until he came to expect it I had to pretend, I had to shine, even when I didn't want to my looks were the pedestal my soul, my words, my manners were second hand, they first belonged to someone else, it didn't matter no one had cared to know what they were everything in me other than my beauty were second class citizens the beauty, the look, the youth. it was eternal, it was a fantasy but did he ever love me? if I had a scar in my face would I lose all I have? my kids, my man, my wealth? was your love empty? was that the reason it did not fill me? was my beauty enough to fill you? I had to uphold your expectations so I stopped expecting much of myself nothing more than a pretty face was required. when you lay next

The Road I must walk on I must walk alone.

Freedom is Thailand for 3 months France in February Freedom is being here with you, in a place everyone around me said it was not possible for me to be in Freedom is creating thoughts inside our head and weaving them into dreams to then risk it all to gain a few of those dream threads I hope and pray when you come into my life we will be able to dream together and by some mystical powers only known by the Holy Spirit The way God knows you and me are meant to be together I hope and pray that our dreams weave together likes grapes do form into wine after much process, after much hardship, let us interwine our thoughts into one let us become the dreams of our forefathers, the dreamers, the ones that did not allow failures and disappointments stop them from dreaming. Dreaming of a better day, a better way, and better shared experience. God I want to create beautiful things in this world. For now, I am unknown. But I write, because I must, it's the

Today is the day I am here where I am not somewhere else I rather be or tell myself the future that I am calling to myself Today is the day I will tell myself that I am here, not somewhere else I am poor I stole clothes at the mall and yet I confess and yet I profess and yet who I am does not change Must pay the fee to not call the cops, they say and I can't afford it I'm unemployed I say She said you have 2 weeks Grace has passed, my time has come Face the responsability Do our mistakes follow us to the future? the desperate things we do when we are in desperate situations where options are for a few I thought of worse things to do for money in these last few weeks at last, I pray I will stay myself and the dreams in my heart will still come to pass and today is another day where I learn my lesson being poor is its own crime