My very first time...(doing a blog, that is).......

I'll start my site with a poem that I composed.

This will give you a pretty good idea of who I am and what I'm all about.

One morning in August, a steamy hot day,
I came into this world in the usual way.
I was pretty & sweet, each nurse praised my looks,
From my head to my toes, and my cute little nose.

I yawned and I stretched in my new mother’s arms,
I looked all around me – what had I found?

My father came in and gave just one look,
He frowned and he said, “She will come to no good!
A girl who is pretty and born on a Tuesday!
We’ll see trouble from her…..and he just stalked away!

Every day of my life, I felt his wrath and heard him say
“You’ll roast in hell for your sinning way”
They’ll hang you by the tongue and flay your flesh
Because you’re a girl with passions, and you won’t give it rest.

Such a happy childhood,, don’t you think so?
I still hear his voice, not spoken now – just the echo…..

Now, I’m his little lamb - I work for charitable causes,
He praises my good deeds - brags to friends - without pauses.

Don’t you think that this left a mark on me?
I hated him for so long, you see,
I rebelled when I was young and wild
I did just what he had been afraid of, his errant child.

I love my religion, with all I’ve been through,
But I also want love and freedom - fulfillment too!

It’s been a long time since I’ve had cause to rebel
But what the hell,
I want to be in love, and be loved in return,
I need to feel my body burn.

But it’s wrong to transgress, isn’t it?
And yet it happened, bit by bit,
Now I’m split
Is it all bullshit?
Or am I really a misfit.

I discovered passion again,
And then….
I had to stop,
Cause the”MAN” upstairs knows what’s up

I miss the passion
I miss the loving.
The kisses
The wishes

But - back I go
to my organized and routine life,

Why can’t I have
What I truly crave,

Oh, G-D - I do try to behave,
Can’t you waive,
Your anger – help me – save…….
My soul. . Realize that I need love.

Oh, G-D, have mercy
Forgive me
And give me.

I want love and fire
To live life on the high wire.

But I’m so tired, so tired
And in this mud of my life so mired…..

Can’t you cut me some slack
And bring love back?
Ah……… but I have to go on
Go back to my religion.
This is what I chose!?

COULD IT BE…. THAT MY FATHER IS RIGHT?