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elevation and equality/death and monotony
I am not that hollow girl,content to bend.To mold to your facade would be to compromise the thread of my very being.I realize there is no room for women like me in your perfect world,the nay sayers with fire in thier eyes and venomous tongues.The ones with swollen bellies who hold the key to the future in thier wombs.The ones who understand theres so much more then what meets the eye,and all of this you fail to see.Too busy self medicating.Counter productive and contrive while you hide behind a social vice trying to hold onto your polished image,so carefully calculated since day one.With every passing phrase I cant help but doubt your sincerity.Its become much too much,so I walk away because the battle isnt worth the effort,why should I fight for something thats so superficial??Something I didnt stop beleiving in,but something that stopped beleiving in me.Stopped beleiving in life.Stopped beleiving in hope.I thought it was supposed to be about elevation and equality,realizing now its all about death and monotony.
Maybe once the hangover wears off you`ll see.
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Apr 30, 06
