Moon in Leo. How else do I say, mother is every feminine that I called family. And I realized past time that I wanted to be in a sorority. You’re just lovely. Can I pray for you? Give me a hug. I want to be the gathered pieces, fragmented in those lost opportunities in meeting a mentor. And Marylin is here staring onto the mirrored reflection into me. You’re just lovely. Can I pray for you. Give me a hug. And I wash my hands about ten times after wiping my face. Bathroom break to check my appearance cause ocd is helpful in looking well put together. My mentor is whole successfully, so she’s distant and expects me to suck it up, chin up, breasts out, sashay. And as I walk beauty around me pushing the narrative, subtle suggestion of favor onto thee. Moon in Leo. How else do I say, mother is every feminine that I called family.
Bathroom break. Left the room to meditate the mantra. The one about beauty. Because attention is best called in by agreement on approvals. I want to be favored. And sometimes good appearance is what I have left. To make up for the times of feeling inferior. To make up for the times they felt superior. And looking good is not faking it promise. Either paying for it or working for it to the result of being who I want to be. My plastic surgeon makes sure to do well because I am a good person. My trainer pushed me harder because I am an honest person. Transparency is a form of beauty and it’s fine I can afford to be it someday. I can afford it someday. Transparent is a brave thing in this world.
Bathroom break to meditate on removing the bad wishes and transmuting the slander due to the envy of. And cash in on the good karma and review the agenda in my role as her for this shift. I just need a moment.
Bathroom break. I just feel so many eyes on me. Another way to say Moon in Leo. And in time fine with being the view even in the public bathrooms. Cause I am very much transparent. And to look into me is a sure way to look at your reflection. How else do I say, mother is every feminine that I called family.
An older white woman walked up to me in the bathroom and said, you’re just so lovely. A Latin woman my age walked up to in the bathroom and said, can I pray for you? And one night, my grandmother, a black woman, held me for hours as I cried of feeling left alone. The middle name Marie is common in many families. Beauty is her mother’s name.
Happy Mothers Day.
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