Someone’s Daughter

Let me exude sympathies, let me pour out my simple heart. I work my words respectfully in kind and in part. That soon comes thoughts of whom we as people are. Not for some superficial essence of lust that superficially spars. At odds I’ve been with how the world works and goes. Yet one thing…

Brutal Honesty: Rebellion’s Trip

Storms around I look and see might as well be a raging sea. Look how I don’t go for the ground. It is routine the irreverence found. I’m a taught strait laced trip. Except for rebellion I do sip. It boils and and tests nerves. Maybe that’s what I deserve. Now you can see me…