All our lives we try to build something, do something, be someone.
We get pushed and shoved.
From the moment we begin to crawl in life, it begins and never ends.
We are in a cyclone that doesn’t stop long enough to become aware that we are not in control.
Little girls are so small that they get caught in the cyclone early in life.
I’m
The boys are just our friend Daddy. You don’t know what you’re talking about.
He really does love me.
He really does.
He looks at every girl and woman within sight. Every one of them is a blonde. The girl is not.
$10 box of bleach and he will love me.
5 lbs.
10 lbs.
20 lbs.
He will love me.
I’ll do the dishes, mop the floor on my hands and reddened knees because he spent our money on drugs.
I wonder where my grandmother’s ring went?
Cook the food just the way he likes so that he doesn’t hit me again.
He will love me.
Someone will love me.
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Hello people. I deleted my old posts. They were not me. They were a delirious concoction of an image in someone else’s eyes.
In that event, 👋🏽 hi, my name is Natashaya Monroe.