i can tell you what it’s like…

….  to be poor white trash with dreams and fears incest and hate and love- protective brothers and a best friend sister- a raping father, a depressed mom, me a “mama” sister weird confused kid- always the new girl- had nothing we needed and everything we didn’t- sleeping on piles of laundry then going to the movies-still tasting the first time i was called a bitch in the back of my throat- beaten and bruised, hugged and cuddled. “You’re a piece of shit” “you can shine like a star”. an artist, a dreamer, a naked fat chick on the internet- a writer- a mother of one dead child and one alive- a christian child and agnostic adult- bi polar PTSD fat beautiful paint stained fingers mommy mommy all day long – life is gorgeous and ugly and tastes like chicken- i’ll keep stepping forward- i will die mid-step cuz i aint ever giving up

i babbled this out today to maya angelou…. XP