Ah, but the joys of life A compulsory dream and so relevant Had to settle on a pencil to write Two pens out of ink - Irrelevant. Doesn't matter , it's all the same American Dream
I am an old country, goth, blues, punk- loving woman I am a mother too early, who grew with her children I am a sinner and a saint, a lover and a fighter I am an executive, a Jill of all trades, a forever student I am a singer, dancer, dreamer, and a poet I am all that encompasses the American dream -An all American woman
"Happy shit" -She said "Write it" Laughter ensued.. ( Gloria and Renee had been friends so long they thought each other the most clever of all) "Isn't it a morose thought? to knowingly write about an illusive happiness, only to give others false hope? Isn't that murder in the heart degree?"- (asks Renee, giggling) (Gloria answers) "I say yes, of course.. Lord knows I've been killing my readers for years! One love advice column at a time!" - eruptions of laughter Copyright@RedHammonds2017
Worlds speak of love and peace But what of the other- the constant ego. No beliefs, values, love of family, nor voice... Can outplay its need for control I will win- says the ego Because I come from places you cannot accept Fear allows me to speak for you The perception of yourself faltered Allows me to lead you Even in times of semi-content There is the ego No accomplishment can counter weigh The insecurity of tomorrow I am winning- says the ego Because you would feel naked without my shroud Because you lust for that which is not yours Because someone might be more Thank you- says the ego Because of you I thrive across waters, across hopes and dreams Because without your weakness There would be no job for me To know all humanity Copyright@RedHammonds2017