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LIFE IS A FANTASY!
A pink-eyed rabbit, fuzzy white
Hops in bedrooms filled with fright
A child of six with much to know
Her father's basest feelings show
She knows of LOVE, only through him
He satisfies his every whim
He leaves, she wipes him
from her chin!
Her mother NEEDS to see the best
He answered her God request
To have a roof to comfort bring
A yard where all the birdies sing
Tell me how she could really know
What source for learning could she go?
Her mother regularly beaten if not worse
The cycle of violence ? a woman's curse
Conflicting visions, dependencies
One can endure many idiosyncrasies
She could not make him defendant be
Denial, avoidance? she disbelieves
The rabbit hides beneath tall trees.
At thirteen a step-grandfatha'
Finds a well-trained girl that oughta'
Do what powerful men request
Never knowing what is best
And run away she does at last
Freedom can be such a 'blast'
A rabbit's foot upon a chain
The FANTASY her 'safe' domain
How long in life must it remain?
To protect her from these men
Who always for her lips, do 'yen'
A state trooper in Tennessee Like every other man does see Her lips so full and luscious red Through the bars, not in a bed. This life men bring to little girls Even when their hair yet curls
The visions in her soul I saw
Ripped my soul - made it raw
I can understand the rage and WILL To take a life and even KILL
Just forgive and let it go The therapists say, what do THEY Know?
Einstein says "Where the world ceases to be the scene of our personal hopes and wishes, where we face it as free beings admiring, asking, and observing, there we enter the realm of Art and Science."
Author of Diverse Druids
Columnist for The ES Press Magazine
Guest 'expert' at World-Mysteries.com

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