I dedicate my love song to my niece who is seen pictured with her sister Ka'trevia (standing) my niece felicia (sitting) who is the offspring of male vs female brutality that plagues our communities where rich, poor, upper, middle, black, white, whatever doesn't matter what matters is power and control.

Somethings Are Better
(The Dialog)

What did you just say?

I know it's hard for you to accept what I just told you but...

Hell, it's hard for me too, shit girl. I'm still trying to process what all of this means, look I am your friend, and I love you, but I need sometime to digest what you've told me. You know cope.

What are you saying?

All I'm saying is that you should speak with someone who specializes in this sort of thing.

Wait a minute, don't start that self righteous bullshit. I've always been there for you.

At this point in my life I need you now more than ever.

I'm sorry, but I don't think I can handle being around you.

What do you mean? "Handle being around me."

Well, you know what they say about people with...

What?

Listen, I want you to know I do care about you, it's just best we go our separate ways.

It's that easy for you to throw away 8 wonderful years of friendship because I'm...

Stop! I don't want to hear it!

You know, you are so fucking selfish it's pathetic all you ever think about is yourself.

What! Can you blame me if you didn't have such a questionable lifestyle we wouldn't be having this conversation.

Are you implying this is my fault?

I don't know!

What do you mean you don't know?

Let's face it, you are not one who lives monogamously.

Just because I don't live a certain way according to what you and society believes is right doesn't make me a whore.

True, but don't complain when people refuse to be associated with your kind.

My kind?

Yeah, the cancers of society.

That's not fair!

Life isn't fair.

Wait!
Hello
Hello
Silence

(phone goes dead)

As I gaze in the
mirror my alabaster thighs ache.
Shoulder length hair,
gets shorter by the day.
My once bright eyes
quickly becomes dim and misty.
Thinking often about
my lost intruder who invaded me
I've always been told
since I was young that I was
a slut, whore, and a loser.
Now that I'm stained
who is to blame for the markings
on my bed.
Everynight I close my
eyes and clutch my stomach
wondering if I'm to blame?
Yes I am
Do I deserve it?
Yes, I do.
What, what about my baby?