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It’s not about

she’s my girl

or…

he’s my man

…no

It’s about

that’s my person

my heart

my soul

my home.

My body is a painted rainbow

I am an astronomical explosion

i am from the stars

i am a creation story

I am a shooting star

always exploding

I Have rolled in stardust

to feel a little galactical

my hands have traveled the world in search

of myself

I found a girl

who swallowed her smallness

She ate the moon and the sun

she’s got the desire to take over the world

she drives a rocket to get where she’s going

she says love you to the moon and back

trust me She’s knows how long of journey

it took to know about this word love

she is an Illuminary

youll catch her dance in the window

she’s stuck in a daydream

playful eyes

and still believes in neverland

they Named her Pluto

and told her she wasn’t a planet

non existence

as If they can make her small

cause she wasn’t part of their solar system

she had her gravity

floating on her own magic

she got craters in her insides

she was her destruction

but even stars destroy themself

to be reborn

i Am a fourth July

I celebrate my own indepence

i look to the sky

and Trip into the Milky Way

my mind travels to black holes

and sulk in my darkness

I am a Picasso

my visions thrive in color

I am a starry night

you can call me Van Gogh

come paint

the clouds with me

let’s imagine a world where I make it

I could eat the Core of the earth

I still wouldn’t be immortal

but i would like to try at least

I won’t let myself die over sunset

I will sunrise myself out of depression

Like a bird set free

smile to my knees down to toes

i have spent time in the mirror

ripping out of the magic of me

my hand is an Acradaba

i Have tried to poof out of exitence

i forgot i am a night sky of stars

i am saturn

i contain myself in rings

so my insides won’t spill out

I am emotional

sometimes the turmoil

is like an asteriod

always crashing

maybe

I am just Looking for somewhere to land

Just let go of the night with me

fly me to the moon

I will close my eyes and pretend I don’t know the way

tHere is something beautiful

as I watch the big bang theory of me

your not ready for this creation story

fell Down to my knees

in awe of the goddess in me

I have treked stars

collecting the moon dust specs that fell from arrivAl

hoping to travel back enough

to rember how To get back home

but I don’t think

I was meant to vist the same places twice

and maybe thats the beautiful thing about stars

We leave a touch where everyone we go

beautiful alien girl

let them think Your a green Martian

they have forgot what human looks like

more love than pain

sometimes you gotta satilite to find your people

I havent found them yet

I am like an astronaut

i discover the space around me

cause their something beautiful about knowing about the vast emptiness

that makes you feel whole

more earth

I crash down

I am an cosmic amusement

she not like us

your right

you can Call her Venus

some say she’s emotional

i say

I am More SOUL Than HUMAN.....

“You should buy a decent radio and speakers.”

It takes me several seconds to pull my thoughts back to his voice.

“Excuse me?” I’m lost. I have been a mother for only a day, and have already come to the realization that I can not protect my child from life.

“Speakers. The vibrations. He’ll enjoy it. We’ll do one more hearing test before he leaves and continually check in. I’m going to send the nurse in with some additional information about what steps you should take. I know it may not seem ideal to receive this information so soon, but I assure you the earlier we recognize hearing loss, the better that little guy’s chances for decent language and cognitive development become.”

On the way home I turn the music all of the way up. I drop the treble down and turn the bass way up. I cry.

The next test along with all of the follow up appointments go no better.

As years pass I spend every bit I earn on making his life more full. Hearing aids. Drum sets. Sign language teachers. Classes for the deaf. Special phones. A baby grand piano. A light that blinks throughout the whole apartment when the doorbell rings. Music lessons. Translators. Sounds for the car. Anything that can bring any semblance of that lovely thing called noise that I have always taken for granted and anything that can help him overcome the obstacles that might come from a lack of sound in your universe.

The first thing I registered when the doctor told me he may never hear was that I needed to provide him with constant sound. He may not always hear it. But he could still enjoy it. And he did. He spent his life blasting music. Learning piano and guitar and drums. Writing notes and composing elegant melodies that he brought to life through any instrument he could master. The happiness that these vibrations brought him were more beautiful than anything I had experienced.

I learned just a day after he was born that I could not protect him from life. And I continued learning throughout his entire life. But as I lay here passing my last breaths I can’t help but fall in love. My vision has long since failed me, but next to me as the lights inside me flicker out, I hear a sweet song. He kisses my cheek, and I feel warm tears fall on my face just before I let the notes swallow what’s left in my lungs.

Disability is an inconvenience.

No one wants to be in your life because it takes more effort to do things together.

Heaven forbid you use a service dog!

The dog who was especially trained just for YOU,

is too big, or he may shed hair, so watch out for that. People don’t like their cars and furniture touched by your service dog.

There’s always Dr. appts to schedule so someone has to take time out of their work day to shuttle you around and help you get in and out of the car.

I’m so tired of this whole life

Maybe the people who complain about the government separating families should remember the story of Elian Gonzalez. On April 22, 2000 a US President gave the order to storm a private house with agents armed with firearms, pepper spray, a court order, and a complicant media and forcefully removed a young boy to send him back to a communist country ruled by a brutal dictator.

A US President told us that day this was the correct action to take.

That US President was Bill Clinton.

The same US President told us on June 17, 2018:

On this Father's Day I'm thinking of the thousands of children separated from their parents at the border. These children should not be a negotiating tool. And reuniting them with their families would reaffirm America's belief in and support for all parents who love their children.

That US President was Bill Clinton.

Search me, but,

Does anyone have a problem with this?

I guess guns in the hands of the government really do solve all sorts of problems.

Are the compassionate media today who want children to stay commenting about irony?

The Democrats that shout the loudest must be right. Children MUST be reunited with their parents, no matter what anybody says or remembers.