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Ms. Information

Born unable to read in between the lines

Of the pages within her own story

She is illiterate by no means

But her “lack” of reading skills

Are used as a means of protection

From her stresses and frank obsessions

With all these guesses slowly caressing

Her every orifice

In her book she raises words

In her book she raises fists

I mean in her mind

In her mind she raises fists

But what does it matter when those fits

Fit deeply tucked within her confines

Just simple lines to create a moment’s satisfaction

But unfortunately she never answers the call to action

According to every chapter

No brother

Has ever loved her enough

To dive deeper then her hard back cover

According to EVERY chapter

No brother

Has EVER loved her enough

To dive deeper then her hard back cover

Each page holding wthin itself

A wealth of knowledge

Waiting to be analyzed

But why cant the author

Realize how redundant

The lies in each chapter

Are

Especially after no one wants to give it a full read

She goes to her friends they say

“Not this again…Please….”

“Because every time you have a story

It’s the fruit from the same seed”

“Another man?…I don’t understand how you could fall for the same thing”

Heres an excerpt:

“Money in his hand

He fell deep within the pits of greed

He hides his phone when he gets a text he has to read

Throughout the day I cant get in touch with him

Am I losing touch with him

Whats the matter with me

Do I matter

When he wont answer the phone

Because he knows its me

When were together

I don’t feel like anything more then a trophy

He always says im his dog

Replace the last word

With a word that starts with a B

And I only get a buzz

Between this hour and this hour

I wonder where hes at”

Ms. Information

Willing to except opinionated facts

To make up for what she lacks

for that hard back

Simply guards against her  Fragile pages

Every sentence inscribed

With the blood and tears of the ages

Every letter written to the cadence

Of a broken heart beat

As it beats

On the door enclosed within

A mind that needs saving

Ms. Information

The definition of insanity is:

Doing the same thing

Over

And over

And over

And expecting for things to change

I wrote this for you so maybe one day you can get out the rain

So you can one day hold your head up high

Shaking off your doubt

Looking up at a blue sky

Not a dark cloud

Proud to change your name

From                                

…..Ms. Information