why do you do what you do?
I like to do what I do
that's for who...
I'm worth it.
(and then some...
my parents paid for me
like I was the king's ransom.
In having me, they lost themselves--
I wasn't about to do the same
I didn't choose to be born into the world--
I just came.
Maybe no one was quite ready for me
nor ready to be available?
So I had to be available to myself
be the game that was playable.
That is what all children
of little children do....
they create their own inner world of wealth.
Writing and creating and being
who I am
are my riches
enough to form a life aroundm
be my best self.
If you refuse to see I abound
and am boundless
and have value because I dwell within my own skin
and not be one of those whose poundless..well,
life can often be uncomfortable here--
and its not helpful
if you down me because of who and where
Don't do it,
nor do me,
and I won't "do" you like you were some sin.
There's a boundary here
though it seems pretended or invisible.
a line where I begin
to my whole, I'm indivisible.
Its a doorway where I let you knock
then come through....
you can stay as long as you understand
I may seem to come without directions
don't rule me
and I won't rule you.
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
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