~ Who Said It Was Simple 😔

There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear. Sitting in Nedicks, the women rally before they march, discussing the problematic girls they hire to make them accessible. An almost white counterman passes a waiting brother to serve them first, and the ladies neither notice nor reject the slighter pleasures of their slavery. But I, who am bound by my mirror and my bed, see causes in colour and sex and sit here wondering which I will survive all these liberations.

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)