Reminded of Annie Grace

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Sometimes I have to just step in. Intervene! Make some sense of that distorted playground I had walked through last summer.
At forty something, it had been a game. Awaiting the usual infatuation, presuming the obvious, young woman in lust.
What could not be ignored was the homophobia, the lack of self-awareness, the need to conform and the bizarre twist of mother and daughter on an ice cream cone filled with misogynistic ideals.
I fought hard. Tooth and angry nail. Chip on shoulder and axe to grind. I had seen so many of my friends falter to the ‘American Barbie Doll‘ and her sadistic ties with family values.
Somewhere in the darkness the need arouse in me once again. To set the record straight. To take back the night. To fight for all the closeted and bullied lesbians everywhere.
In walked the likes of Annie the C., not so Graceful, Ambien, Gracie Willams and Gracie Lou Freebush…whatever name she chooses to eluded her mistakes with; the emptiness had and is as clear as a sea sponge sucking on the bottom of the sea.
Bullying can come in many forms. The poor kid that felt he had nothing so therefore, he had nothing to lose by jumping. Falling so fast and spiraling away from the hatred of unknown origin beset upon him by his peers. Homosexuality…what a shameful thing!
The hard to spot and sometimes, ignorant form of bullying comes in the form of those who profess equality for all, while burning rainbow flags in the closets of their minds.
A book perhaps, and E-book even better, a lesson taught but not heeded, most likely.
The tales of woe from the crypt’s of the privileged educated without wisdom upper middle class, fed, bred and wed; sickens me. Turns the hands of times and the years of bullying back to the stoned ages!
Get it straight straight girls without passion and with a Bi-curious hatred; the end is slow and painful.
For that is how it has been for many bullied by the unenlightened many without a clue.

She said if you love me let me know
If you don’t then let me go

The memories soon fade, why couldn’t they be erased
You hoping it’s just a  phase, your heart’ll heal within days
Some people think it’s wrong, being  single isn’t right
But you hurt the right person you’ll be wrong all your  life
Inevitable to let you go, separate the sexual
Feelings when I’m close  to you, f-cking til’ the sky is blue
Morning time, home fries, cooking with  your t-shirt on
Panties, bra, damn I eat you good when you take it off
Ha,  damn I’m nasty, I mean you make me nasty
Going the extra mile flying just to  make me happy
Did it all, too much wasn’t enough
Now it’s gone but  sometimes I sit and hope

I hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be  reminded
I hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t  stay away, I couldn’t fight it
I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight  it

I hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
I hate to turn  out up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight  it
I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it

Whatever ever happened to  love and being happy
Infatuated with lust, I loved you and now I’m  backwards
Time is of the essence, I broke it, took it for granted
Love is  like art, heartbroken on the canvas

Painted the perfect picture, you seemed to never get it
Colors  prevail and you turn into a f-cking monster
Schizophrenic, nicknames Bonnie  and Clyde
Now doctors calling us Mr. and Mrs. Hyde

How do you manage but still do you
Can’t compromise, we all equal opportunists

It’s when I’m  level headed they aiming to take my head off
Birds flock together, tell  bitches I’m throwing bread off
Cold, women, fall in love getting  splintered?
Strictly plutonic, only thing she want is dinner
I can’t fuck  with her, get her some tonic, gin, liquor
She might let me lick her, now she  miss me sayin

I hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
I  hate to turn out up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I  couldn’t fight it
I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it

I hoped  you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded
I hate to turn out up out of the  blue uninvited
But I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it
I couldn’t  stay away, I couldn’t fight it

Angels in the a.m., sin on my  flesh
Girls in the p.m., excuses PMS
They all wanna love em, call em Ms.  Next
Spirit of a hustler, I only chase checks
Go home
I ain’t tryna do  you wrong
I’d rather be alone
Just sittin on the throne

The Ambien wasteland once said and I quote, ‘I can’t stand Adele because everyone likes her…I like stuff that’s different’

Too bad Adele came from poor beginnings, deals with a media capitalizing on her weight and is still able to keep it together to set the world not so straight.

Yeah, Annie, Gracie and/or Ambien,  she’s a horrible person for trying to make the world beautiful in the face of the ugliness I see.

what happens when the past turns up out of the black n blue uninvited?