Love Just Because

If we can’t be loved by the color of our skin; if we can’t be loved by the faith of our religion; if we can’t be loved because we love who we love; can we be loved just because? Just because there is a sun and just because there is a moon. Because I dance in the rain; because our laughs aren’t all the same, we see each other in different ways. Well the world needs to change its views. It’s standing in the largest pair of judgmental shoes. Why can’t it accept what other people choose? SO WHAT if we do what we WANT to do, why can’t we be loved just because? Kids, I love kids, because they’re so blind. They get along with all kinds. It’s parents who teach them what’s right and what’s wrong. Parents who teach them who does or doesn’t belong. But in a world full of people, we’re bound to be different. Simply put, we’re bound to be a mess. So who’s to decide what’s good, better, or best? I guarantee we all started out the same. A tiny egg waiting on that missing piece of DNA. We weren’t white, we weren’t black, we weren’t yellow, orange, or green. We were just waiting to exist in the grand scheme of things. So why can’t we be loved just because? We should be proud of where we came from, proud of who we are. Stop discrimination and raise the acceptance bar. Who made it a rule that you can’t be yourself because you have to consider someone ELSE? And by conforming to these ideas, we’re only making it worse. We should see our individuality as a gift, not a curse. We should open our mind to the unknown, and only then can the world begin to grow. No one should be made to feel out of place. Not because of religion, love, or race. Forget all that, you know what this world needs? Blindness, kindness, and fools. The blind don’t see us differently. The kind don’t believe we’re different at all. And the fools don’t know what different means. So why can’t we be loved just because? Better yet, why can’t we love just because?


Who’s That Girl?

And so I’ll tell him like I told you… There’s a whole new me hiding under the old me. She just needed the motivation to make herself seen. And now she’s had a taste of this b*tch called life, I doubt she’ll ever give it up. So I hope you’re ready for me. She isn’t weak. She hustles, she grinds. So no one can take away what’s mine. So when you leave, she’s not left empty. She’s got her own style, her own mind and she refuses to let you take that away. Take her heart, she doesn’t need it. Cold and calculating. Waiting for the next opportunity. Tears of joy, never sadness. She’ll show you something you never imagined. A woman you cannot break, a b*tch hard as steel. Titanium. All the grief I have is her new strength. No one will ever get close enough to break her resolve. She’s got a hold of it all. And just when you think you’ve got her, that will be your downfall. She cannot be beaten. She cannot be owned. And even when she fails, she will never be lost. Dust off. Try again. That was just a small defeat in a war she will win. So bare your knuckles, bear your soul. None of it matters cuz you’ll never get her spirit. This is what you’ve unleashed. She is the only one you’ll ever see. What happened to me? One too many people thinking I was weak. So come at me. We are one in the same. You can beg and plead, but she shows no mercy, not anymore. And when you start to miss me, you’ll realize what you’ve done. You took a good girl and killed her. But I don’t blame you, I thank you. She needed to go. It was her time. And now it’s mine. She did it her way for way too long, and it didn’t work. So no more naive girl sh*t. I’m the b*tch you’re stuck with. Take a good look cuz I’m not going anywhere. I will fight for the right to be me without the put downs clouding my mind. You don’t like me? B*tch get in line. There’s a lot more where you came from. Thought you had me? Please. I was just using you to find the true essence of me. And here I am, in all my bad a** glory!

The Property of Rain is to Wet and Fire to Burn (Part 1)

It was a sad day when the sun was smiling in Rain’s face. And yet, that’s what she woke to; the bright sun burning her eyes and irritatingly tickling her skin.

She moaned and rolled over, only to be greeted by her father’s excited smile less than 2 inches from her face. She let a low ‘eep’ escape her throat before hitting him once, then twice. Upon finally registering who it was, however, she paused, then swung one more time.

“Go away!” she whined, covering her face with her blankets. “Go away, unless you have coffee. Then you may be granted entrance into my lair.”

He responded by pulling the blankets off her, saying, “Your lair? Something is wrong with you.”

“Gee, thanks dad. I feel so great about myself now.” She sat up. “And where’s the coffee old man?!”

“Downstairs where I left it. Feel free to join me in a cup.”

He disappeared and closed the door just as she launched a full-scale pillow attack at him. “You missed!” he called back. And she gave him a look there’s no way he could see, but she was sure he felt it.

She sighed as she slid out of bed, readying herself as she did every morning before class; her usually routine feeling especially automated without any coffee in her system yet.

She finished and went downstairs just as her father had finished making a cup of coffee for her.

“I assumed you went back to sleep without your kick-start so I was going to be nice enough to bring it to you, but it seems the coffee fiend in you motivated you to get it yourself. Awww,” he pretended to wipe a tear away. “My little girl is finally growing up and getting her own coffee.”

“If you weren’t my dad, I’d have tons of rude, unfeminine like things to say to you right now. Just so you know.”

“Just saying that makes me want to ground you. Forever,” he grunted.

“That’s the great part about being an adult. You can’t. And what’s even better is that I pay my dues around here so I live under my own roof,” she said with a smug smile. She sipped her coffee and let out a satisfied ‘Aah’. Before long, her mug was empty.

“Great coffee Pops. Glad we had this talk.” She grabbed her bag, flung it over her shoulder, and headed for her car. She stopped when she reached the front door and headed back into the kitchen.

“You’re really not gonna talk to me over that old man?”

“Just so you know, I could ground you if I want,” he replied stubbornly.

“Okay. Whatever you say,” she laughed. “I’ll be back tonight. I have to work today,” she kissed him on the forehead. “Try not to get into any trouble while I’m gone.”

“I’m supposed to be telling you that!” he called after her, but Rain was already out the door.

When she returned home that night, all the lights were on. Every single one of them. Frustrated, she opened the front door, yelling, “Pops! Do you really need every single solitary light on?! You can only be in one room at a time!” He didn’t answer.

She dropped her keys on the counter and went on a search for her dad. She checked all the rooms downstairs, simultaneously turning off all the lights as she went, and headed upstairs. She went to drop her bag in her room first and noticed it was a mess. Not the usual mess she left it in either. Someone, probably her dad, had been in her room looking for something. That simply added to her frustration.

“Anthony Tyler Williams!!” she yelled her father’s full name.

She went to check his room and all her anger and frustration disappeared. His normally clean room was a mess as well. But that’s not what stopped her. What stopped her was the blood spattered on the walls, on the floor, on the ceiling. What’s worse is, after calling the police and checking the rest of the house, her father was nowhere to be found.

I’ll Gladly Pay You Tuesday For A Hamburger Today

Money is obsolete. When paper weighed more than gold, we all knew it was only a matter of time before our usual currency was on its way out. Sure enough, now in 2020, we no longer relied on the silly paper that meant nothing, other than maybe selling your soul to the government. Coins too. Though they were not simple paper, they too lost their value during the monetary purge. So what now? Do we all just run around, stealing the things we need and sitting at our front doors with shot guns to avoid being stolen from? Heavens no! I’d like to think we were more civilized than that.

These days, food got me buy. Literally, buy. Food was my source of currency. I’d never thought my amazingly natural gift to cook would ever come in handy in such a way, but people wanted real food and I had just what they needed. A home cooked meal; hot and fresh or cold and crisp. It really depended on what they wanted, and what I needed. I remember wanting a flat screen once. And while major corporations like Best Buy were no longer around, the gentleman on the corner shop created fine products. Made to order, too. The banquet I’d had to give him, not to mention the meals I have to bring over twice a week for the next two months was so worth it.

It’s not like there’s cable around anymore. No one can afford that. Actors and actresses had to find real things to trade for, not just their beautifully made up faces plastered over my screen. No siree was I letting them off that easy. And clearly, all of us regular folk had the same idea. But, video games, you know the PS6 and the Xbox Pi just recently came out, before the purge. I wanted my game play to be exquisite.

It wasn’t hard making a living off of food. I pretty much ran a private chef business and whenever I needed anything, I fired up the stove and oven; wood of course, no one pays for gas anymore. However, electricity was something no one could afford to go without. Our world was already too integrated into the internet and cell phones and games that electricity was as important as money used to be. I was smart. I managed to finagle a solar powered generator thus avoiding the high price electricity everyone worked their butt off just to have. And who controlled the electricity? Who else? That doggone government that no one cared about anymore. That’s exactly why they got their grubby little fingers into the electricity biz in the first place. They were missing the attention.

Safe to say, I much prefer this simple lifestyle. Not sitting in some four by four cubicle having to answer to a boss who does no real work of his own because he delegates it to the rest of us and still makes more money than all of us combined. No, I much prefer wasting away at home, doing what I love when I need to. And it’s not costly either. Once I’d established myself as the head chef around here, I received rights to begin a small, accommodating farm, complete with fruits and veggies, cows and chickens, pigs and… well you get the point. I hired a couple of abandoned teenage boys, and by hired I technically mean adopted since they now live with me and eat with me in exchange for their work.

Yea, I’ve got it made. Much better than when that crappy, flimsy paper stuff was around. And if something were to happen to my thriving business, like people stopped eating, which I highly doubt, then I always did have a fondness for… writing.

If You Read This, You’ll Go Mad

I took the time to tell a rhyme

To sing a song that sounds superb

To make a picture out of a thousand words

I took the time to tell a tall tale

Not to mislead you but to concede you

To grant you entrance into my world

To open the groaning gate guarded by my guile

Yes my clever wit is the lever to grip

To reach this winding walkway of weird wayward ramblings

To go left you must go right and to go right you must go up

To go up and you must dance and to go down prance

But if you stay too long you’ll go mad

To exit saunter south slowly singing soundly

But slowly move quickly for the lowly gate is tricky

If it knows you’re coming it will close: clank, clutter, bang

And if it does, tell it this story…