Defending the Offended Sifters

Mrs. J woke us up bright and early and last night wasn’t much of a good night for me. Needed to take some Tylenol PM and get to sleep. I am not your issue for wanting to; do what has already crushed my soul and spirit. For my heart is too smoked out today. Based on the fact that we keep getting either locked in or out and roomies and even I talk to much. Which are all in tail things that even my parents have told me time time and again.

A sifter is better than a swifter in my deepest regards. For we are not wanting to be Taylor Made or Bucking-time Palace. An ornament for your adorned mailbox to open with a gift in which – he said / she said bullshit.

Today some of the guys told me some hurtful stories that I could only tell from their hearts. I never thought we all had to do what on the streets! While most of them are selfish and you can’t go back in the past. You can’t change things once they’ve been done – is that what you are telling me?

I have with my deepest regards; tried to help and learn and grow in my own individual way. Though; the violence in this situation is a grave bear to deal with – thinking I’d like to go to the Funeral Palace of graves again.

A private date since yesterday was a trip with these girls – in which do we even remember our age. I sure do remember how you talk; I remember how you we’re either kind or someone to stay away from. Or if that was something we should have stayed away from all together.

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