life is free
my friend
for those who try to be
my friend
and none knows more than she
my friend
of life's incredible fee
my friend
written Feb. 99
I want to write
of things unknown
of mountains climbed
and stars that shown
on little hands
now perched so high
to get a glimpse
of the sky
and birds that sing
of days anew
as anthems ring
of love that's true
and to write of this
the simple life
and the simple bliss
of things unknown
then happiness
might become my own
written March 99
here we are
on the isle with the barbies
we are the dolls
batteries not included
boyfriend Ken doll sold seperately
waiting for our fate--
which ken doll will will "fate" choose for us play with?
and will she tear off our arm and legs?
are we to wake up and find ourselves
drowning with the goldfish
in a society so determined to reach
the standard of perfection
it doesn't matter who is torn apart?
why do we sit here accepting whatever is to happen?
Let's rebel!
it's a mutiny...
the wal-mart employees (mindless) will have to stop me
because i'm marching off the shelf
i want to buy a gun
it's only two isles over and I'm barbie!
They'll have to sell it for me
because even in our state of virtual imperfection
I am perfect
and perfect people can do whatever they want
written 1-15-99