Sisterhood
Girls! We’re tough
we’re smart, we’re strong
and even those don’t get along
should know that cheating on the sisterhood
will never do but some ass mister good
We’re women and together we can
hold the man in a firm hand
to limits that constrict his playing
And when we share the shit he’s saying
he has no choice but to confess when
all that bullshit he’s professin’
might actually achieve some traction
to those who don’t quite get his action.
Yes, Girls! We’re tough
we’re smart, we’re strong
Could give a shit about a song
composed of lies. Don’t sing along
Instead believe your sisters good
rely upon the sisterhood
and learn the answers you must find
are for the sharing … we don’t mind …
It is so right to tell what we know
and help you to avoid the blow.
You may not thank us then, or now,
preferring to be some dumb cow
who buys it all, just laps it up
but those who have drunk from that cup
know too well that taste of poison
have heard those nasty notes of noise, and
have come out the other side
still in tact, and with our pride.
Girls! We’re tough
we’re smart, we’re strong.
Sack of shit
A sack of shit
I stepped in it
It made a mess of my shoeGave it a toss
Said adios
And finally I’m done with you
And now a bit of music …
A collection of my short stories:
I'm in this one, too ...
And I'm in here, as well ...
Paradise Preoccupied 
Wow! What a powerful video to match with your words.
You’re so right.
We ARE tough. We ARE smart. We ARE strong.
Yes WE are! And I do love that song … and have a great woman to thank for it!
ach, so much hurt in the world. hugs to you both, Sandra and Lisa. sending bits of strength your way, however minuscule they may be.
We’re okay, Amy … strong, we are! But I’m taking all the hugs I can get … but I do that always. Thanks, my dear friend!
nice one!
i was going to pop down for a hug and a chat tonight but the heavens opened!!!
Didn’t it, just! What a storm!!!
See you this evening, maybe.
Nice poem! Nice video! Sandra, you’re right. Women do need to support each other.
I think the sign would look good on the neighbours yard fence. She has three dogs and never scoops the poop. The dogs don’t seem to mind though. They play and jump and roll around all over the ground.
Happy Lent. I should probably give up something too. Hmmm, maybe I should give up eating cookies. I love cookies.
Nah! Have a cookie, Marianne!
I would, but one leads to another and another and another and pretty soon I can’t fit into my jeans. So, I’m thinking it’s time to withdraw or detox or something. It’s getting very serious, Sandra.
Cookie detox! I love it!
Methinks I smell a rat somewhere. Perhaps rat poop? GREAT song. Hugs sent your way, plus a share to Facebook to make you smile.
If I am reading this correctly, I hope you pulled your heart out of the jar intact. Maybe a little bruised, but intact.
Oh, yeah … rat, for sure.
My heart is fine, thanks, R!
Good. Glad to hear it.
ummm ass mister? I think I will stop my comment on that note today :p
They do exists, Bobby … but no one is putting you in that category, so no need to take offense.
I know, and I never do my dear 🙂
Torn Heart
True love, the greatest lie to men ever told
Like elixirs of eternal youth on the street corners sold
To feel better about your own despise
Lust, need, want in true loves disguise
No one truly found what we all seek
The weak need of love only for the meek
Who stands behind the false arrows of cupid?
Is it the devils breath or god himself making you feel stupid?
A cruel game that is played such
To feel for someone so desperately much
Ripped hearts bleeding breaths you try to hide
I have had enough so please forgive my self-righteous suicide
You say “to have loved and lost such a better fate”
I dare you to try sleeping at night when your eyes bream over with “the lost’s” hate
You don’t know who is telling the truth and who’s hiding behind the lies
All play you in their own special way and all you’re left with is painful sighs
Discovered that the truth behind loves “sweet feeling” is pain
It makes you lose your mind, makes you cry makes you go insane
Trying to quench this never ending thirst
How dumb of me to think I would succeed in loves first
I see you all in the same inevitable search
As the vultures sit and wait for our dyeing flesh on their perch
So this is what I have come to, this is the choice I make
I don’t want to fall in love ever again, I close my heart for my own sake
Lovely, Bobby.
Thank you.
~smiles~ thank you, it is about 6-7 years old, but I felt why not share 🙂 hehe bad times lead to the very best of writing don’t they hun?
They can, true, but I do love writing the happy stuff, too!
The catharsis that comes with writing out the pain is great, but celebratory words feel so much better.
And I am very happy you shared …
Very true, I have some of them to, maybe I will share more sometime 🙂
I take that as very big compliment form you 🙂
I’d like that.