Draw from the bowl your persona.
Choose your labels.
Proclaim your choices.
I’m a slut!
I’m a slacker!
I’m a star!
No confirmation analysis.
No concerns for stolen
identity.
Draw from the bowl your persona.
Choose your labels.
Proclaim your choices.
I’m a slut!
I’m a slacker!
I’m a star!
No confirmation analysis.
No concerns for stolen
identity.
Strange that I read this now after the strangest walk I’ve had this morning.
and then you leave us hanging? What happened on the walk, Fiza? lol
Aha! Yeah, I came across a woman who was lugging stuff on a windy morning. I didn’t see her at first, but for some reason her “pain” just hit me and that’s when I looked at her. Stuck with me for a while.
Looking is the first step, isn’t it. Seeing can bring vital awareness.
Labels are Body Snatchers! Beautiful poem.
thanks!
One must take responsibility for one’s own honour, lest the inevitable cackling chorus verifies the low self-opinion.
Oh, YES!
So true!
Felt like it was speaking to me. Nice 🙂
Thanks. I appreciate you stopping by.
Dont send me that anymore
09.12.2016. 08.11 popodne, “Shawn L. Bird” је написао/ла:
> Shawn L. Bird posted: “Draw from the bowl your persona. Choose your > labels. Proclaim your choices. I’m a slut! I’m a slacker! I’m a star! No > confirmation analysis. No concerns for stolen identity.” >
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