As I weeble, trying to pick a direction to face on a freak free-seat day in the busiest station under London, she stares with hazel lasers, ignores my apology, gets me twitching "she knows me/she know

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't make me cry anymore prophets! Don't scare me anymore with your phophecies!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!!!!!!!!!! Don't be blind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Priestess is threatened by rape from the guard who escorts her home after visit to General, but turns this to her own advantage.

Don’t attack my motherhood Because if you dare I will not be gentle And I won’t play fair! Don’t attack my motherhood Because if you try I’ll strike with a triple strength

Cherish what you have, Now it’s all you need; Make sure to share joy With whom you may meet. Time’s not in your hands, Neither is your past. Each day should be first,

The poem is my description of the birth of my baby, short story written from my point of view.

So deep, but so shallow Confident, but shy I’m an honest liar Feminist in love Love chocolate and family Sometimes like to preach I believe in God Almighty And freedom of speech

We all get lonely...