| | Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin to the country,
gonna eat me a lot of peache.
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a can
they were put there by a man
in a factory downtown,
and if I had my little way
I'd eat peaches everyday
Sun-soakin' buldges in the shade
Take a little nap were the roots all twist,
squished a rotton peach in my fist
and dreamed about you, woman
I poked my finger down inside
made a little room for it to hide,
Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Those of you that know me well, or even remotely in
this case, for I make no secrete about it; know that I dislike
children. Dislike, dislike is really the wrong word to use in this
case. Think of it more as an extreme loathing of nearly all juveniles.
With an added hatred towards babies and small toddlers. Family or not,
just their very sight grinds on my nerves. Seeing them, hearing
them, or just being in the same room as them give my aura a
negative glow.
So, for me to find out that I am to give birth in
half a turn of the wheel is a major setback in my lifes dull
odyssey. The arrival of this horror has dealt blows unto my well-being,
integrity, and my wavering faith.
It has been almost a month since I have been capable
of working. I am physically sick. I have lost a total of eighteen
pounds in three weeks, and I am currently on a variation of six
different medications. I return to see my doctor in the morning (as I
do about three times a week) to find out if he is going to put me on
maternity leave. At three months I find it absolutely ridiculaes to
even be considering such measures.
As for my integrity. I find myself once again
questioning who I am. I always thought of myself to be above
stereotypes. Say what you want, but everyone knows exactly what I'm
talking about. --Eighteen years old, chic goes out and
meets who she thinks is Mr. Right. Goes and gets herself pregnate.
Drops out of school thinking daddy will stick around to take care
of her and their child. Next thing you know dad's busted for selling
dope, and she's a single mom with no education, or job experience to
speak of.-- Kinda puts a damper on my already failing
self-esteem.
My faith is an issue that I would rather not go into
at this particular moment. My bout with religion is best not to
be settled in a fit anger. For all my aggression is not intended for
it. More a self-righteous quest for answers that I already know.
For those of you who know what has happened since I found out, I think
you will see how this song is quit fitting. It describes my feelings
and in some cases support a few of my actions, past and present, toward
the issue at hand.
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| | Posted 6/16/2005 4:32 PM - 8 Views - 10 eProps - 6 comments
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