We are not the same, I am too stringent.
Like an autocrat. Tyrannical and harsh.
I do what I want. Always repping me.
No matter who leaves. Stays.
My prayers remain the same.
Dear Big Guy if you give me one good one,
I’ll separate my ills from their name.
I’m that writer with the attitude problem.
Go tell your preconceived notions about it.
Go tell me that you’ll leave only if I’m no longer breathing.
Be Kind and Share…