Transmitted Resiliency Entered Her Bones With Memory. An International Womens'

I loved the way you sold sex appeal, the way the powerless shake it in your face like a crackwhore jonsing for her fix, any john will do as she dies before they even make it to Skidrow. That's why you don't see too many young crackwhores on Skidrows. Lots more Mr. Fords with their rosie harem of youngsters strung out on love, lust, a promise of becoming a Hollywood Movie Star. All her dreams dashed away, flushed down the wash with his sweet n bitter kisses stuffed to the brim with white lies, a line, a push, a snort, a hit. Welcome to Skidrow Mrs. Mares Queen of my groin. Love  a forgotten safety boat, only a safety pin holds her together now as she hangs in peril. Doctors hooked her up to an EKG, pound on her heart, no revival. She died the first day in her wedding dress long before her body left us. She died of a broken heart, or was it the way he stole her, chased her, hunted her down until she said "I do." Until the end of his rifle hit her head in his drunken stupor and murdered her. She lay dead on the kitchen table while his mistress prepared the meal for their children. The baby shaking her mothers dead arm trying to revive the dead~ She carried the wound in her own womb~ transmitted resiliency entered her bones with memory.

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Mr. Ford

All the men looked up to Mr. Ford.  Children watched him drive up in the ghettos with money, women and a sense of power over their destiny. He wore shiny shoes and always had a fast woman on his arm. He oozed money out of his pores and all the poor children ran around him when he arrived in an effort to catch a glimpse of the money he showered on everyone but his whores. His harem at home paid the bills and his fancy limousine on Saturday nights when he went collecting their rent for breathing in his shrine. Young men now sixty still remember Mr. Ford with a sensation in their groins just as when they were boys. Mr. Ford equaled a pussy power that they learned to adore because no other power would ever be available to poor brown and black boys from the ghettos.  They learned to love the whores the way they loved their mamas.  They learned to beat them the way Mr. Ford beat his women. Most of all they learned that women did not equal real humans and thus they were dispensable in their eyes.

Did you know the Octopus Has three hearts @ Jewell Medina

Did you know that the Octopus has three hearts. That is why he told me to bless my water with Hiroshimas Octopus water so that my heart would soften to love. He said to put passion on my list of wishes for us. He said that I needed to feel his water but what I really needed to feel was my own water and strength

 I wonder if I really did get better or if I would have been just the same without this. Is a conscious life really worth living? He set limits on his revolution. He stated some things weren’t possible. But my life had witnessed the impossible so I knew differently. Like Frida I created and painted my own reality. I transcended limitations. Run they told me and I walked. I packed leisurely. I took a shower, ate breakfast then planned my departure to my next adventure.