I laced up my Jays, and took a leap out of the door.

I grabbed my purse, and dropped my head because I didn't wish to hear it anymore.

Who are you to judge me, all because my unexpected news got me on edge?

What do you expect me to do, when they're sharpening the needles and they seem to be full fledged?

I looked at my reflection and she seemed as nervous as I looked.

The unexpected news really had the girl shook.

Who are you to judge my strength, just because I attend church?

You can't expect me to fly when my skills aren't so tough.

I can hear my sweet Von; I just wish she could hear me physically.

After seeing Rita, Bullet, and Box Fan, she's been on my mind a lot lately.

I just cry, and cry, and cry inside, because outside they are watching closely.

They each carry a piece of her, cooking, smiling or that genuine "realness."

Whenever I think of an alternative, I accept the deal as is.

They are always "sideways" talking about how I need to be.

I try not to run to big brother anymore because when he says "Glenda...", it scares me and I know he wants me to be a big girl.

So, I've learned to take the good with the bad and except the potholes of this world.

I don't try to carry the world, because I've learned that will end in nothing but trouble.

Since they are clueless, I'm down on my knees in all this rubble.

I looked up, and before I knew it, peace had smashed at the center and turned back to reality.

There I sit confused because peace had deserted me.

July 10, 2009