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Mother 'N'
What do you think? Am I mentally ill, or am I just in love? Am I right handed or ambidextrous because I can not be left handed. If the sun was neither, then it would’ve dropped a long time ago- killing not just us but the universe. Am I growing insane or is the pressure getting to me? Do I have 2 egos that both love to use the middle finger? Is the third excluded because he’s the fraud? Was the birth of that billionth person a waste? You shake your head, I shake mine, but the cold water just crashes down from beneath the ground and you ask… is that possible. Why not? My “Mother” can do anything she wants! Kill, conceive, birth, breathe fire, conjure up ferocious winds, split the earth in half, submerge an entire planet. Derrick Brown once said” You’ll find me up there” But my brain is full of such memories- that I just sink like a cinder block. The witches and snitches all look the same, but “Mother” comforts me like the sweet scent of vanilla on my favorite blanket. She, like humans, obliterates everything little thing in her path, but keeps the wonderful meals warm- like fresh soggy bread. Am I insane? No- just emotional.
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