You May Be Desperate, But Never Let

Poetry Is On Earth To Make You Serene, Not Corrupt Your Mind, Thoughts,or Emotions

Read A Thousand Books, And Your Words Will Flow Like A River.

All Women On Earth-- And Men, Too For That Matter-- Hope For The Kind Of Love That Transforms Us, Raises Us Up Out Of The Everyday, & Gives Us The Courage To Survive Our Little Deaths: The Heartache Of Unfulfilled Dreams, Of Career And Personal Disappointments, Of Broken Love Affairs.

May And I Are Sisters. We'll Always Fight, But We'll Always Make Up As Well. That's What Sisters Do: We Argue, We Point Out Each Other's Frailties, Mistakes, And Bad Judgment, We Flash The Insecurities We've Had Since Childhood, And Then We Come Back Together. Until The Next Time.

All These Types Of Love Come Out Of Duty, Respect, And Gratitude. Most Of Them, As The Women In My County Know, Are Sources Of Sadness, Rupture, And Brutality.