Thinks she is happy, But her life is slippery. Thinks she is free; In denial of her misery, She “escapes” from worry: Drinks, parties, smokes, Hallucinates, flirts, Sleeps with random sirs, Acts like hungry cougars, And daydreams, Wanting to be a nun. Thinks she’s having fun: Living off milk and cereal, And anticipating a future so abysmal. She widely opens her door, Only for a … Continue reading Her bruised soul cries
Speak up! Can you? Can you stop sucking it all up? Can you break your silence? Can you throw away the shackles of your submissiveness or your readiness to conform to the will of others? Can you be mad at least for a second? Can you say what’s on your mind? Why pretend you are happy when in fact you are disturbingly sad? Can you … Continue reading Speak Up!