Chapter One

Lady Liberty

You don’t love him like I do

You don’t love him at all

It must be so limiting to feel so mighty and yet so utterly small and un important, left to blame for everything that goes wrong, left and right, up and down and well you know, in and out but that shouldn’t surprise your overbite

So he’s left to punching walls with bloody knuckles for you and your friends shits, giggles and chuckles when his self esteem plummets and his free spirit buckles because he’s a slave to your destruction

He sees what you are and you hate me for showing him without ever touching him on the purest whim

You have to rape and manipulate with blackmail and red tape before he caves to your demands with only an after thought of escape but you will fail

You thought I’d never know but you underestimated me too greatly for the gods of eden to dismiss the arrogance that karma looks for when she’s hunting down her next crown for that and maybe even for this

You saw my abilities with the eyes of materialistic utilities that you could pass along to the next pack of blood suckers while they line up to pucker

I saw your hatred before you did and I resented myself for not fixing you but there was no way to

You are the bitter middle child to the babysitter your daddy had a crush on when his wife was gone

You were fed crumbs until your lips bled

You were dissolved into the barren womb of a mother who didn’t want you and a father who didn’t know you were born until you were old enough to scorn

Broken is forlorn to the summers last song when you were robbed of your dignity and your liberty in a mugging gone wrong

But that doesn’t give you the right to judge my story or attempt to steal my glory

It never belonged to you so you won’t have it for long

You got away with your crimes for now so you can turn over the lies you’re still telling when you cross your I’s and dot your T’s after you check the spelling but you will bow to your maker the second you pick up the salt and pepper shaker

Sugar and spice are all very nice but you forgot what they say about doing it twice

You ran out of time by setting your timer when the experience is meant to happen without limits but you can’t wait long enough to visit the morgue when you’re on your way home with groceries that won’t go back unless your phone starts to roam

You’re ten feet behind where you usually are because your were caught off guard that something peculiar landed in your yard the day after you received an empty greeting card

Your choices are catching up to you when the speedometer hits 100 but you paid your respects to the very ones you reject

Insincerity is vastly unappreciated and noticed at all levels with a stethoscope in their hands to prove their innocence in the glimpse of no hope

You return to your post with brimming contentment for the future of your ludicrous plans with little room to believe that God scans your intentions on zoom

You flew home to tamper with a project that you left behind with me in mind but your cat was kind enough to delete it before you could save it to an empty file you’ve had for a while

Walking by my house with your reasons is stalking me but you will be exposed at the changing of the next season

You don’t own him

Fattening to be slim to distract the idol of your mind from falling behind in the disgrace that appears written in Hebrew letters across your face

It isn’t your fucking place

It isn’t your story

You stepped in at the wrong time but refused to leave when you were told silver isn’t gold

You went to take the hike that broke your bike into pieces of matter that bent near the dried paint splatter

You’re getting tired and looks don’t get easier to find when your makeup wears off and your wrinkles shape your eyes until you can’t help but cry

Your glow is gone

Your smile is afraid and it should be because you aren’t a glittery maid

You’re a shady old bag lady that gripes when the fruit is too ripe and gags on her food when she can’t swallow her vitamins when they get shrewd

Your body is falling apart and your heart is filled with the hatred that eats at your bones until you stop throwing stones at the people that helped and respected you but were treated with contempt at the exemption of understanding your thoughts better than I do

Remember how I heard them and you were freaked out?

You wanted to know what that was about but you’re a coward that walks in unprecedented shoes when you know uncertainty is tapping at your door

You open it, concealed by more than half of the rage you’ve been flinging at your lonely old age in rancid buckets of blemishes on your damaged skin

Half of that effort goes to hell for being thin but at the same time you can’t find a place to sit, stand or sleep until your second morning alarm beeps in frustration that you never made it to bed because all these crowded thoughts are over your sacrilegious head and you ignore the evidence that would show you how to feel instead

Your motivation is dead but that’s a good thing because I’ve already moved 10 steps ahead

You lost the retail cost when you bit your tongue on an expensive set of toys that don’t thrill your needy little boys

It’s not something you’ll ever enjoy

You sipped on a cup of coffee that burned your mouth until you relaunched your decision to re-employ the Jersey girl from the south

Are you frightened you might not make amends or it just depends?

On what?

What she says or what you hear?

She won’t believe her ears

Neither will you but you’ll have no choice in giving her back her voice with a thousand precious ringtones that remind her of her rightful throne

You are sick and twisted but you can’t type how slick you think you are in time to covet another girl’s success at recess

You must share the playground if you want your privileges to be found

The park dances in the dark to the sound of you leaving and laughs at your attempts to hide your dry heaving

Vomit colors the grass as you hit the stems with your ass, smearing your phone as the glass cracks in sharp stacks on the corners of your otter box as it falls from your pocket, landing on your socks

Your wishes aren’t granted and your intentions aren’t planted

They will spoil in their aluminum foil as the sun burns them alive because you were the last of multiple wives to be remembered that fast

Your seeds will sprout weeds that choke your plants into submission, inviting fire ants to cover your pants

I don’t want to see what’s underneath the thief that stole your clothes and sold you to their owner’s bosses so they could quickly count their losses

They will shoot you up with shit you’ve never seen until you can’t piss clean for miss priss on your prides timetable when you are aren’t ready or able to provoke someone’s emotions that cling to being unstable

You are a vicious beast at the very least that roars in the silence just to be heard when you could rule the silence without a single word of violence

You are unaware of the presents that bestow me with the opportunity to identify with why you’re trying to pry unless you are simply intent in rotting in hell, then I shall go ahead and tell you how shy you’re about to be when the chains are broken and the cuffs are unlocked by a key that was in stock, freeing me of your name and your role in my reality

The death toll is taking a poll that you don’t want to be on

The future is long gone

It’s a fraternal fondness absorbed into motion with the devotion of many waters washing over its first step to prep the neighborhood for its basket of goods that we found supplying the energy and the power only found deep in the woods

You cover your head with your hood

You’re getting cold for an afterthought I once maliciously foretold which I’m sorry for but it was never my problem like you are

You inflicted some of my deepest scars but you will soon see what you sowed when you chased me away from my twin flame to prove your unworthy name

Your selfish desires started a fire that you can’t put out ever with your cleverest endeavor

You will be shunned at your house and forced to remain quieter than a mouse

You will never entertain another uneven house guest with your Sunday morning or evening best, not even the smallest requests

You are a whore but writing you this was a necessary chore

I think you’ve had enough but I want a little more

I want you to feel my pain in the way I do before I expose you

I want you to see joy snatched from your grip with poised fingertips from which indexed poison drips

How many times does the song skip?

It’s walking with a limp because it got raped and beaten by its pimp when it dared to scream that it’s not a wimp

You dared to scream at all and you almost died against the battered wall but like you already know, it never really mattered

You overdosed into a coma on the streets of Oklahoma

Your lucky stars saved you that night when there was no one in sight so why do you behave this way?

Why don’t you find a way to pray?

Why don’t you treat others the way they treated you when they didn’t have to?

What would Jesus do?

Tell me

I already know

You’re starting to show

Is it his?

I’m sure you’re lying but I’m still the one crying and he’s the one dying

This can’t go on anymore

What did He die for?

He didn’t die and he won’t but the directions are obviously still lying and trying to deflect the conversation from the epitome of hell when you are not feeling well

Morning sickness will triple it’s slickness but you alone are responsible for your irresponsible choices when you couldn’t see where you were going but you asked some random stranger to help you get inside when you were drunk with toxic pride

The stranger didn’t confide but left you tied to your bed in no hope of untying the severed ropes

He finished in you and left a mess he didn’t clean up so you can squirt into a cup when you have to pee for me

One, two, three

Maybe four or five

Definitely six

This is too illicit to fix

Hit me like a ton of bricks but hit you harder than that before he took off his buddy’s hat

He was too thin to be fat but too chubby to get hard with his ass hanging out in the open yard with your dogs ineffectively on guard

He was too messy to be clean but too clean to leave evidence of his provoked offense

Even the officers said you’re lying when the truth is too obvious to believe that you could actually conceive without the motive to deceive my flame into doing something he won’t do

He’s not your slave

He’s a hero I came here to save

I will and I shall

You won’t stop me

Neither will your penpals

You’re not worthy

You’re not a mother for raising your brother

You are a wounded woman displaced by life’s agenda and heartbroken by your own when you did your best to leave life alone

You won’t pick up the phone

You’re too scared to ask for help and you can’t bribe others who are involved with staying home as long as they can if they can get to safety soon enough to call a real bluff

If they don’t, you lose to me like I almost lost to you but too efficiently to deny me rent for the last half of the most recent paycheck you spent

Going into debt for clinical and environmental theft

Where are your assets kept?

Were they frozen as you slept?

Sleep is the sweetest thing until we can’t control was happens to us especially when we wake up and we know that something did but everyone wants to pretend that you didn’t try to defend yourself in the shadows by your built in shelf

So you slept your way to the top under the scrutiny of every tight nosed gum drop when it was time to shop until it was time to stop

You see me as the girl you never were but always wanted to be

I see you as the girl I was but will never be again in the advancement of every employee that knows where and when

Mitch is not your bitch

He’s not your boy toy

Your nicknames are not his identity and your jabs have nothing to do with him

They’re about you

You lean on an illusion you have sinned to keep in your REM sleep, during your worst nightmares when no was there to care

Are you keeping it?

I don’t know

I don’t want a child

You shouldn’t abort the same products you precariously snort but your only other option is to place the child up for adoption if you’re inclined to be proactive in letting the child live, in choosing to forgive

I don’t want to be a mother to another little brother and if it’s a girl, I would hate her more than I hate you

No offense but it’s true

I don’t care and if I did, you’d never know what I forbid my own kid to do so we don’t pop open the lid on something solid

At least I have respect for you as a person but you just glare at me and roll your eyes a little too hard to shut me out for long

I’m always in the back of your mind but that won’t last much longer because my superiority is stronger

You aren’t aware of who I am because I am protected by the blood of the Lamb and my love, my lover is the head of the Ram

Your car doors slam

You’re all mad

He isn’t the dad

Victory is mine

I partake of the delicious vine, taste testing the vigorous wine

Virtue isn’t your forte in any fucking way

I was genuinely sick the day I asked to go home early and Mitch was in a bad mood before and after he got his food

You were such a bitch back then and you are now

You don’t need to understand what’s next

He won’t read your texts

You won’t know how

You are blocked and the locks were changed when the movers rearranged everything that belongs to the complex

You damaged the floor and the wall with your bed when you were having sex

I don’t want or need the details

Justice will prevail

Peace will reign

None of this is in vain or ever will be

Laundry detergent and bleach will remove those ugly stains

This is the land of the free and home of the brave

It’s also the hand of the smallest beginners fee and the ace of the money you’ll think you’ll save

It’s time to be so brave when the pain comes in waves

You deserve to suffer but you don’t deserve to perish

I have a fraction of mercy to bestow on someone I know but it won’t be you

You should have learned to swim so you don’t drown when the current is holding you down

My revenge is this poem in the emporium of Latter Day Saints that adore the gospel more then you love the air you breathe, shared with a toddler that’s starting to teethe unless you take my advice at a fair price

What an advantage for what Im really willing to offer but I don’t make promises

You should be ashamed of yourself for putting that child’s life on the same shelf you left the missing key on for the handcuffs that called your ridiculous bluff

I’m not willing to compromise with you

You have earned everyone’s ire

I’ve deserted the open fire but you’re sleeping nearby and I don’t intend to comply

You think you know me and my desires but you don’t

You won’t

Not now or ever on the eavesdropping of clever before and after we gather these ties to sever

Allow it to be mutual

We must say goodbye on peaceful terms before we catch each other’s germs

Once again, I would appreciate the same personal respect I produce and provide on the flip side of things where you never get a diamond ring

If you don’t back off, you will find what makes criminals lose their brilliant minds

You will be be framed for every time you were blamed and consulted with others to lie about me but when you turn around, you will see that I’m free

Free from you

Free from them

Free from everyone

Free from your hate

You’re way too late

You’re standing outside the lions gate but it’s closed to all who were opposed to it

You don’t believe in the spirit realms

You don’t believe in a higher power but when your tower moment arrives in fives and tens, you will remember exactly when and then you’ll be justified only to be condemned for the very same reason

Judgement is no friend of treason

Are you occupied?

I’m not sorry for the bruises I left on your pride but I will apologize discreetly for having no mercy once I’ve memorized your number and meditated upon thy slumber

I’m a relative of your mother before she smothered her dna into a vivid display of splendidly gorgeous array

Beauty will fade with riches after every parade

You are hardly self made

You don’t get paid unless you do favors for people who climb their own steeples

Fitting for a seductive slut that landed in a rut and had to deceive a young naive to climb off your death bed because your mother wouldn’t do it instead

Your friends didn’t gather around your bed

Not a single tear was shed

The bleeding stopped before it started if it never bled in the direction your heart was led

You’re lucky to survive a curse from your purse when your wealth has hands, feet and eyes that admit defeat on any eternal prize

Try it on for size

If the shoe fits, wear it but never share it

If I ever see you again, I will seek peace but wonders never cease and I’ve got a lot of forgiving to do before I speak to you