Somewhere in an unpolluted forest
a daisy is about to have its big day.
Despite the rumors a sunset diet
does not disrupt health.
Today I prove my photogenic beauty.
Through chills and clouds I mature.
I am a predator.
Roots, reach as you please.
My stem awaits you, Jack.
Brothers, do not marvel
Beat me to the clouds.
Up is the destination.
Not a limitation.
Elders, witness my bloodline of kings.
How do you muster the fire to sit?
Where was this constant frown grown?
Damn that soil.
Life is a female canine
Assume your role as master.
No one considers the pencil’s feelings on the first day of school
It is my big day too.
I have worked my entire life to get here and no one even glances
When I am dull you condemn
If my tracks be too heavy you whine
Would you notice if I was constantly at my peak?
You care nothing of my fear of tapering
I do not like the scars of boredom you have given me
Why should I fix your problems when can’t even listen to mine?
You import everything I have to give and export abuse
I worship a closed hand
I am tired of being a paperweight
Every time I play I lose
What am I worth.
When you reach ferrule
I wont go back to the old days
I refuse to let anyone take me there
I will never discuss the four wheeling excursions, movie dates, or bike rides together
The memories we made together are useless and I want you to take them back
I do not need them
If I would have known this is where we would end up I never would have idolized you
I will go mute before I speak of our past
I will never talk about that day you almost ended my life
I will never talk about how difficult it was to give a second chance
I will not bother with missing the past
I will never disclose what it felt like to lose you
I could never say how much it cost me to choose between you two
I wont tell why I waited up for you all those years
I will never tell you that to this day I still do not trust you
I do not even consider speaking of my adorment for you that died long ago
I will never tell of our days together
I will never speak of my deceased hope
I will never tell that I do not feel like your daughter.
- two can keep a secret if one of them is dead! (misspixie90.wordpress.com)
When faced with confrontation I suggest my smoothly revised “How to Handle a Nigga Moment” list
1. Take a quick mental bubble bath and determine the severity of the current battle
2. Consider foe’s credentials
3. Summon chamber maid to prepare battle armor
4. Mount the saddle of black stallion
5. Ride onto the battle field wailing “For Narnia!!”
*Steps 3-5 are not necessary if foe is not a threat to ego*
*If the above has occurred emplace alternative step 3, Fuck foe’s main bitch*