My Life as a Drama Queen

May you be the last in line, pardon please, walk right behind but of course we love you dearley, be sure it's meant sincerely step by step a heart that's opened full of terror trusts its owner as the moment feels just right follow them, it shall be fun! tho remember don't go nuts it's not the golden wish you had you'll be there but don't hope back we can just grant a silver star don't blame us if we stand back look for yourself in you own mind

  Love is the answer? Not in my world Not that I know Perhaps I did once Some time long ago Too long to recall Then I kept carrying on Every one foolish choice My mind as a storm I must find the love To heal such petty wounds Hidden inside Amongst light and dark The journey ssems arduous Full of tempting distractions Vital persistence Fight all resistance Love is the answer But how could I know? Just to fail me once more Or forget that I know I am all that strong  

I wasn't trash I was a woman I wasn't a problem But simply a woman I wasn't perfect I was a woman I wasn't too much But simply a woman I wasn't a wreck I was a woman They weren't bullies They were the guys They weren't sexist Just the guys They weren't wrong They were the guys They weren't mean But just silly guys They aren't privileged They are the guys

An old self, whom I chose to erase A fraction that stays, in hopeless disdain No notion nor thought for what I did not know I meant no harm, I just meant to survive Amidst a toxic live, any way I could find I shared all my nerves but also my love I was charming at first, just to suddenly break My love was sincere, in a self without esteem Yes you give what you get, tho I did try to learn Which I took to heart, soul and mind

You made fun of My reading But that was my friendship That was My world Not one but a bunch I gave it no rest But submerged in the pages Where everything in them Had no perfect self They were my world To learn and to cope From the outside storm Where I couldn't belong  And had no tribe of My own To form those bonds they require for growth

Based on "La Migra", by Pat Mora Beware of La Migra, my child. They'll catch you, 'cause they are the MAN. Get to the boarder, get to your end. If you're not them, that is the way. My poor little one, beware of their guns! You may hide and run, but may not get away, if La Migra is there. They'll take you away, and may never return. If they find you, my child, get ready, get set... RUN! Beware of La Migra, be better than them, and beat them at their game! The desert if your friend. La Migra can search, while you run and escape. Get ready, get set.