That Girl

That girl has herpes

That girl takes showers with other girls and stares too long at their breasts

That girl must be bisexual

That girl has crooked teeth

That girl smokes marijuana and tepees your house on Friday night

That girl is dirty

That girl is a bad influence on my precious daughter who will go to Harvard Law School

That girl sings a chorus, “shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake your booty to the kids that she babysits.

That girl has herpes

That girl is dirty

That girl is a bad influence on my precious daughter

That girl wears too much eye makeup and swears, saying the F word to her youth minister during bible study

That girl has braces, tiny breasts, and a fat tummy.

That girl doesn’t get asked to dance.

That girl gets slapped in the face, and snickered about.

That girl has hairy legs.

That girl steals jewelry from Target.

That girl puts powdered sugar in her 8th grade Spanish teacher’s minivan gas tank.

That girl smokes marijuana and is bisexual

That girl has herpes

That girl is dirty

This girl was only thirteen

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Oh, Mothers

Are you at home caring for your children alone and isolated from the world?

Are you cooking and making clothes for the needy American Children

The children that ask, “will you read me a story, mommy?”

Mother, oh mother, you respond, “Mommy is too tired to read you a story now.”

Oh, mothers are you tired? You are tired of being alone and isolated in your power

Mommy, do you not feel good?

Because mommy is out working as a waitress and a stripper, selling her body and soul at night.

Serving the children their soup and bread, and meeting their needs in more than one way.

Mommy is wearing a hooters girl outfit, and bringing the grown men their wings. They stare at her ass as she walks back to the bar.

Mothers, oh, mothers, are your children watching you? Or did you drop them off in daycare so you can pay your bills and get your nails done?

Oh, mothers do you realize you already have the most power, you are the most drained and tired but you are the most needed.

Oh, mothers the American Children aren’t expecting their fathers to play football and tie their shoes.

The children ask, “Mommy can I have something to eat?” Mommy says, “You’ve already had something to eat child.”

The American Children say, “Yes, but I am still hungry.”

Mothers, oh, you mothers, have you had enough? You’ve had enough of the questions and the demands and the expectations of you. It all rests on your shoulders. Is the burden too much, now? Can you continue to do this all alone?

Oh, you American children, why don’t you ask your fathers now?

But where are you fathers?

Oh mothers, just remember it is the hand that rocks the cradle that has the most influence.

Being told or being listened to.

Which has the most power?

I have figured out what humanity wants. Humans want a voice. Humans want to be heard. When they are not heard or listened to, that is when problems occur. This is when anger is wide spread, this is because of the suppression that happens on every level. I have heard that it is dangerous to be a writer, a speaker for the people, someone to take hits and blame from the public and its officials. But I feel that this is what I am being called by God to do.

I am tired of rules and regulations. I am tired of being told I am not good enough. That I don’t matter, I am not being heard. I wake up and I am told I have to be somewhere by 7:45 every morning, but have to get up extra early so I can get in line to drop my daughter off at school. I am tired of being told I am not good enough, that I don’t matter. I am tired of being told that I should look at other’s work and imitate their works so that I can be a successful writer. I don’t want to be like anyone else. I am different. I have a unique voice that wants to be heard. I don’t want to have to write papers that have to be filled with other’s quotes and citing of sources and facts. I am a reference in and of itself, with my old soul and my life experience. We have a short life and I want to do what I want to do. I do not want to be told anymore by anyone. I will lead by example and say I am my own. If I fail, then I am only letting myself down. I am tired of being told by the judge that he doesn’t have time for this, he doesn’t have time to listen to me and my plea. I do not want to be told this anymore. I am tired of not fitting into this pretty little box that I am supposed to be, because I was gifted in physical ways. I am tired of being told that I need to do this or that, and be something that I am not. I am tired of not being heard most of all. I am tired of not being listened to. I do not want to be told this anymore. I want to be listened to.

I have been rejected a lot. I’ve been rejected by a lot of men, in particular. I am tired of being told that I am not right. Being told, “I do not want a relationship with you.” Name the reason, and I have been given it, or not. It is likely that I will never marry again. I have been discriminated against and shunned by younger men because I am divorced and now come with two children. I’ve been told by older men that I remind him too much of his second wife. I’ve been given a lot of reasons, but the worst is when I am given no reason at all. Because I feel ignored, I feel hurt and rejected and like maybe I am crazy for ever wanting love. This is when all my problems happen; this is where it all starts. Not being heard.