yes you are The

Victim

clutching a broken pair of specs and knocked to the concrete floor

I had it coming

yes you are The

Victim

emptying a bank account and recording naught in the studio

I had it coming

yes you are The

Victim

ordering a cup of coffee staring at hateful eyes

I had it coming

yes you are The

Victim

pushing a troubled child to the back room bebe sitter

I had it coming

yes you are The

Victim

lion words beat down that sas

I had it coming

yes you are The

Victim

sending the straight jacket to save face to a lazy job exposed

I had it coming

yes you are The

Victim

gob smack compensation how dare she

I had it coming

Yes

upside down

nothing a down dog can’t defend

I had it coming

Yes

laws revearsed

the secret manifestation bypass

I had it coming

Yes

morality relative

all friends no fools

I had it coming

You are the

Victim

Killing it

got the benjamins

Sandy hook approved

Put together

looking hot

picture perfect

the dudes love it

Rock to the break of dawn

ladies can’t get enough

You are the

Victim

sense of humor lewinsky

You are the

Victim

turned out… awright

Too sensitive

so

I had it coming……

She is ……..

Just A Natural

..a few more steps until we get to the top of the hill, but make sure you drink some water before call

…just a natural

finally…………. old enough to do Pippen with a little, not much, lip synching

just a natural………

got the steps down and……. coordination will come later but the smile is golden

…..She is

Not enough money for tsh tsh tsh or corny mello but a great program right next door………..

……………………just a natural

Cheerio mate oh… willy ole pal you do it best and……….. we can’t compete boo hoo

.just A natural…….

Wrought, Rote, right downstage……….. baggage at the door breathing deep in the belly expose. expose. expose….

She Is……….

……….pound that pavement AnnieBBBB casting sides westside, east pocket camera action

Just a Natural…….

I name my faves in the correct…

…………. circle absurd, Jacobean. MaMet, muppet..hmm.. mamet. nooooooo. uh..eh. nah

She Is………………………………

training and.. training, spinning and… spinning, winning and losing, silent and sound off…. Fences on my list

Just!!!!

background and foreground, sideways and sightings, …………….rosslaceeeee sees meeee ventura

….A!!!!!!!

plus.. plus for making it…. on time. traffic

Natural……

She……………………………………………Is??????

To ignore

violation

sexual deviation

child exploration

female titillations

male ejaculation

it is……… Rape by Proxy

To shame

the victim

recovery revealed

torn up bedsheet being healed

teenage adoration

violation

it is…. harassment by Proxy

To blame

girl fear man

boy fear girl

woman on top of boy

lifetime of scars

it is….. body bounce by Proxy

To run away

love improper brother

uncle pokey from the pants

lady steamy have now

sex distorted… all ages show

never talked about… not just for kids

ignore…. shame… blame….Away…cold as ice

Heart….Body…. Character………………………………….. it is..

Incest

hidden out loud……

Bye….blind you

ByProxy

I play to an audience of one.

Well that at least is my goal after a lifetime of getting people to notice me.

Pat me on the back.

Acknowledge my talent.

Oh don’t get me wrong, I have gotten plenty of praise; in fact I have spent the last year recounting all my accomplishment of the first quarter of what I pray will be a long life.

I couldn’t let it in. I didn’t know how. Well, actually I knew how, I just didn’t believe it. Friends, and onlookers boosted my sensitive and brave dedication to my work

with a bit of smirk to the fact that I was born into the profession. I felt lucky. I felt anointed by this gran-DAME-faloon.

I was fooled. Each eye ball in the audience of the latest tap dance and sing song made more gape at how I represent the reputation and less on whether I was good or not.

I was good.

I didn’t feel it;

though I knew it to be a gift and bore a respect from me beyond accolades.

I now play to an audience of one. Since at every turn the people who’s attention that I was seeking was not seeking me. Only pressure to make good of my name. They thought me to have a leg up.

A helping hand.

A guaranteed spot as

an opener at the jazz club or apple fest. Not without an instrument or a voice. What I do is geek food and not fit for my image to the local fame those boys laid down for me to walk through.

I stopped inviting.

Really begging.

To show up to the hobby mic, open and raw would go against all the sacrifice that under the radar paved way.

I thought it was me.

I tried not to care much because I had friends, lovers and an eclectic crew lost on the same path. Pretending I’m not bothered and they don’t know what they are missing mantra.

I must play to an audience of one. Daddy is not coming and the rest follow suit. I am just sad that I wasted time wishing and wanting, like I had a choice. I was born into it.

Success come

to those who bow down and impress him off the throne.

Too busy.

Too legit with a line of people at the door ready to love me for it’s shear relation.

Good enough for me. I tell myself, thinking I’m not bothered yet necessary to keep it going. A badge of admiration I was set my pride upon, now is my greatest regret. But what could I do.

To think

otherwise is to be a disgrace and nobody wants that. I just wanted a piece. My part of the fun. My birthright that I couldn’t escape if I wanted too. Instrument placed in my hand out the canal and no child dares to defy it. Luckily I loved it.

I loved them more.

See me. Not ever.

so

I stopped inviting.

Really begging.

I got what I needed. I have the DNA and I don’t like dive bars or cover bands much anyway, so no skin off…. she can fill in the rest. That’s if you haven’t heard already. Another disappointment but two out of four ain’t bad. Well, one out of four, though

she still invited.

Really begs.

They are a better bet anyway. Instruments and amplifiers are the only acceptable form to repel the geeks. Microphone, open and raw never counts in the display world.

I play to an audience of one.

Well trying. Praying Really.

I stopped inviting and it saved me.

dust to dust

horn to horn

A song for the geeks and the gift to me

the audience

beg I

Won.

If I were a boy

I would have no feeling to make me weak and hurt myself in awkward silence

If I were a Dad

I would hide all the pain to compete with those who use anger propped up to authority

If I were a male

I would hide the wound covered in a “what’s wrong with you”

If I were Hurt

my feelings be invalid and forced to the streets in government protest

If I were a boy

I would pride my work and change the world with a pretty girl by my side to host the tenderness

If I were a Dad

I would preach what is right making all stone armies the channel for worthiness

If I were a Male

I would sit tight until retirement and bathe in making it through too much lady energy

If I were Hurt

I would smash my tonka trucks and bully my sisters to, not be perfectly behaved; like them

If I were a Human

I would allow men to be men and woman to be woman

If I were uplifted

I would stop judging ambition riding on a motivation built on fear hidden

If I were real

I would believe that equality is not a melding of minds

but a meeting of compromise

If I were healed

I would put rage in the moment of seeing us and remove the gun that carries it

If I were advanced

I would stop convincing men to be woman and woman to be men

If I were a teacher

I would reject the status quotient despite the critical backlash

If I were an earthling

I would let go of the posture of I don’t need nobody and god will reward me in the afterlife

If I were a Parent

I would repattern myself first before raining on the parade of the chosen people

smashing tonka trucks

as boys must

and

keeping her elbows off the table like a lady

in waiting

for Hurt

Male.