I’m no Goddess;
I am clotted blood and clawed nail.
I’m no Goddess;
I’m a collection of fetal fossils
Curling into myselves
Like fractals
Unseen to the naked eye.
I’m no Goddess;
I’m dirty tears and carnal knowledge.
I’m no Goddess;
I’m unshared fantasies and subsequent shame.
I’m no Angel;
My wings burned up
The moment my feet left the ground.
I’m no Empress;
I only play one on T.V.
I’m no Poet;
Just a loquacious attention-whore
With a penchant for pretty words
I cannot lure out
Of my own shadows.
And I’m no Motherfucking Muse;
The only words I inspire are the ones
That never see light of day.
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
You are wrong. My sweet friend, you are everything you claim to not be.
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Thanks Mike. ❤ Having one of them there days….
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Don’t let the world steal your shine.
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I do not know the internal mechanisms that slant your view or color the hues when you look in the mirror. We all have beasts that do not like our reflection. But when I look upon you directly, without the distortion of reflection, I see you as all those things. You do not have to be a Goddess, an Empress, a poet or a muse. Just be you and let the rest of us love you for it, in spite of what you think you are not. Sending hugs, love, and best wishes! 💖
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❤❤❤
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Mama told me there’d be days like this. There’d be days like this my mama said!
The song came to mind, but there’s always a tomorrow! And the sun will continue to shine! Hugs
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Thanks Michael. 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
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