3 Part Series...

So my mom left this morning. She changed my whole apt around and I would like to say I think she did a fine job. Baby girl came in today when her father dropped her off sleepy, but wondering if Nana left yet. She looked out our back door to see if she was sitting out there. I thought how sweet..

I miss her a tad bit even through all of the madness. We do have fun when we just chill and hang out. When we don't talk about any controversial topics like religion.

She admitted to me that she was stressed out extremely..and that's why a lot of things happened that shouldn't have. She doesn't want me to do the same to baby girl. I wont...I promised myself that before baby girl was even conceived.

So today I got pooped on by on of my students baby sister. She is so juicy..big ol ham hock legs..and beautiful blue eyes. She doesn't come visit much, but when she does come to get her older sister who is 3..the mom or dad lets me hold and snuggle w/ her briefly.

So the mom came by the elementary class room and I'm sitting there bored making a bracelet and I see her big ol cheeks smiling @ me..

I run and grab her.... We walk to pick up her older sister and as were walking back down towards the office..I thought I smelled something..But baby poo doesn't really stink..it has an odor but it's hard to describe. So I thought maybe she just passed gas.

So I lift her up a bit admiring her baby thighs and I see green stuff all over my sweater *I'm cold natured* and tank top..Her mom was freaking out..and I'm like let me go change her!! I told her to go get her bag..She didn't..I guess she may have been embarrassed...but I saw no need in the child driving home leaking shit. Plus 2 minutes before she just asked me to baby sit for them? Why Wednesday?

I wasn't mad..I just haven't ever been shitted on. Literally before.

****Lying to yourself****


How can a man/woman
Tell lies to himself?

How can a man
conjure up false stories
and expect people to believe?
In what he says....
When he creates
His own truth

How can we trust
In all actuality
The truth he claims
That is blue..
But with almost no
examination...
Is found out to be red...

What is a man thinking
When he creates
These alternate realities?

Does he actually believe
The stories that he is telling?


****** Your Voice******

I am lonely
I want love
I want to be touched
I want to hugged
I want to be yours
In a bed of red roses
We'll toss in more than lust

Slippery Slopes
I yearn to explore
I'll slide all over the place
Always holding on
To the thought
That I might..
Just might...
One day make it to the top

I want to learn
I want to know
I want to memorize
Every inch...of you
So I close my eyes
Tracing the outline
Of your face
Because that's the best
I can do
Because I've never heard
Your voice