Monthly Archives: March 2015

The Girl on the Corner

We are the hated ones,

The ones you steal, the ones you kill.

We are the beaten ones,

The ones you spurn, the ones you burn.

We are the dirty ones,

The ones you trash, the ones you bash.

We are the broken ones,

The ones you crush, the ones you flush.

We are the tortured ones,

The ones you berate, the ones that you hate.

We are the menial ones,

The ones you destroy, the ones you annoy.

We are the ugly ones,

The ones you love to push and shove.

We are the nasty, evil, little people,

Hanging low beneath the steeple,

Swinging high above you evil,

Nasty, dirty, selfish people,

Nose so high in the air,

Our wretched death is everywhere,

And when you see the hated ones,

You’ll know that death has just begun.

We are the ugly, broken beings,

The ones you tie on ends of strings.

We are the puppets, soulless, sad,

We’re still the best you’ve ever had.


Sh*t My Family Says…

Husband: When I go to the dentist I’m going to kick him in the knee and tell him “Not today Lexor, not today.”

Me: … What?  Our dentist is Dr. Rhinne.  Who’s Lexor?

Husband: Nevermind.

Me: It’s ok, Mom, I know you love my brother more than me.

Mom:  That’s not true; I love you both separate but equal.

Me:  Umm, isn’t that why the Civil Rights Movement started?

Mom:  This is different, you’re not black.

Niece:  Mom, your son is crying because he bit Nate.

Sister in Law:  He’s crying because HE bit Nate?

Niece:  Yeah … pretty much.

Sister in Law:  You shut your mouth when you’re talking to me!

Brother in Law:  Umm … What?

Brother:  I can live on 4 grand for like, two years when I move out on my own.

Me:  So … apartments require a deposit and first months rent up front, plus getting the lights turned on which is at least $40 a month, and milk is like $4 a gallon.

Brother:  Wait … really?

Me:  Yeah, seriously.  You’re 22 years old, how did you not know that?

Brother:  Mom how much is milk?!



I’m Disappearing

I knew who I was,

Confident, confused.

Speaking my mind,

Just to be used.

I knew my beliefs,

I trusted my soul.

Although I was empty,

I always felt whole.

I spent my days waiting,

For brighter anews.

Only to feel,

Once again used.

“The future is coming,”

I thought to myself.

Yet somehow my goals,

Ended up on the shelf.

“How do I fix this?”

I find myself screaming.

This isn’t the life,

That I see when I’m dreaming.

The empty’s absorbing,

What’s left of my being.

With every day passing,

I’m just disappearing.

The thoughts I once had,

Don’t feel like my own.

My soul has been hardened,

As if made of stone.

A sister, a daughter,

A wife, and a friend.

A beginning to something,

That won’t see an end.

I question my choices,

Second guess my decisions.

I’ve lost all my purpose,

Abandoned my missions.

Of the person I was,

Will any remain?

Or will I disappear,

Leaving nothing but stains?