goldiElove111

Cards are slapped down,

Hands meet over the pile,

Words that sound like hate from and outside ear,

Sound like love to me.

A flabbergasting victory,

Seldom a sorrow filled loss,

We, 

Humanity, 

Failed; 

We allowed

All knowledge, 

All language, 

T0 be lost; 

Be better than us, 

Do not follow the dumb, the rich, the bias, 

They say 

America was raised 

By our founding fathers 

And I'm sure it was 

But what about it's mothers 

Tell me, am I not the only one who is sick of these damn old men deciding what women are going to do with their bodies?

we sat and imagined fireflies

flitting between the tops of the RVs

as the sun disappeared into muggy,

illicit sludge. we realized we both liked

 the sticky-sweet taste of summer