Wednesday, September 1, 2004
Once a belief in me
Once a belief in me, a gift from my mother and her mother before her that men would look after my sisters and I lived deeply inside. So long ago, it was in me. That my beauty and eccentricity would grant me security. Now all of this is long gone and now I take what I can get. Yes I take what I can get and I get what I can give. It’s two in the morning, got lost again on one of those damn California freeways and the guy at the gas station says to me “you're driving alone pretty lady” - and I say...
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