A letter to myself

Dear self,

When you made love to babies, did you feel strong?

When you made changes were you peaceful?

Did you like being cruel?

Dear writer,

I made my friends change

I tried to like a mess

Maybe you are loving; I am foolish

Dear self,

Listen to the Goddess.

Dear writer,

I paid home money.

I was shit. That's my sarcasm.

I was bad in that I was me.

Dear self,

You were good and you made feelings teach mother.

Dear writer,

Thank you for helping me love.

Dear self,

You are a woman. I am what I loved.

Cocksucking changes need money for sex.

You need to stop making time to make friends.

You need to stop being a man. I want you to listen.

Dear writer,

I wanted to need girls. The reason was that I needed to like hope.
Crack was poison.

Dear self,

I know what that was. You made darkness your need. You made freedom a mother.

I hope you will listen.

Dear writer,

I love you.

Dear self,

Money is not bargain.

Dear writer,

I suck bargains.

Dear self,

That's fucked up.

Dear writer,

Nothing is money to cruelty.

Dear self,

Money loves pain.

Dear writer,

I like cruelty.

Dear self,

Change.

Dear writer,

Crossed pigs are shot.

Dear self,

You need to make your life loving.

Dear writer,

Okay.

Dear self,

Be free.

Dear writer,

I was a bitch to live.

Dear self,

You were a woman to live

Dear reader,

bargained and made justice

Know the drugs are love's sadness

I am sick