LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

Couldn't be more clearer, Video's the new mirror. My heart's broken glass, stitched sideways & broken. Makes the sound of someone creakin' 'Cuz they was speakin' and hadn't yet Spoken for the day... ...treacherous in that type of way.   I sing the blues to my palms, No one hears my songs.  Or feels the chasm  that's inside of me. Or recognizes these Psalms. With a struggling butterfly yearning to be free. Gaslighted in a bell jar. Hobbled me & said I'd go far.   Said wish on stars.   Bang the erasers for the teacher.  Cry in a bathroom stall or with Reckless abandon at 80mph After all you're just a pink flower. How many petals have you gotten plucked?  And how many times have you been fucked_           _over? When it's done, is it undone? Screaming boxing matches in this deadly living room full of mold spores and silent snores, how neatly ...

Literally feeling sick to my stomach presently as to what I'm witnessing lately and I have to share it because it's truly disturbing. Over the weekend I stumbled onto this article  which outlined a French designer's defense of her lingerie line aimed at 4-12 year old girls.  A slide show of the adverts can be found   here.     At least the adverts purportedly contributed to France outlawing child beauty pageants.     But in the United States?--hey, we barely think about JonBenet Ramsey much less talk about why what happened to her, happened to her, unfortunately so long ago. (JonBenet) Instead we now love to hate Honey Boo-Boo and ogle at "Toddlers & Tiaras". (Honey Boo-Boo) I'd choke on my 'freedom fries' if the American Senate looked to the French Senate as an ethical example to set a new standard, allowing little girls to remain unsexualized, but sadly, I know that day--if ...

Those kids. They coulda been jellyfish. Their momma only wished that they’d be doctors to lawyers. “But mommy dearest it’s not death I fear, Not the finality of life which I realize will persist…                                                                                                 .                                     ...

A quick suicide with a two-sided razor, If I added my blood—it’s just for flavor. I watched over her like a worried mother, Surveyed  her surrender to a Soma Coma And I would never judge her because I understand her disease and her need To escape from this quality of life & this cost of ‘living’ And the erroneous tee-vees that act like it’s reality they’re giving. Her head, It starts to nod. Her words, Get blurred and she starts to sob, Over how she needs to get a job. & I think that it’s odd that her head starts to bob And she looks less like hippie and more like odd. I’m indentured. Should not have ventured this far from home. Sadly comprehending                 I’m better off alone.

After seeing Lovelace , I was compelled to articulate some thoughts about it.  See the trailer for the film below if you haven't already: Growing-up, and I can't chart the exact age, I had learned about Linda Lovelace and Deep Throat relatively young.  I never saw the pornography nor excerpts from it.  I just heard about it.  I know it was at a age where not only was I too young to be giving blow-jobs, I actually wasn't giving anyone blow-jobs yet.  It made an impression on me though nonetheless.  The impression it made was a negative one, I'm old enough to know now.  The impression it gave me was that a female better learn the craft of sex to please and keep her man, even if it meant her physical discomfort.  How is losing your virginity, "deep throating" a ten inch or longer penis, or getting a cock shoved up your ass anything other than physical discomfort?--because it is.  But a sexually desirable, a sexual...