The Louisiana Social Pledge

We pledge our allegiance to Louisiana. We will embrace what makes us and our state unique. Louisiana will be recognized as a leader and innovator of the New South. Many great leaders of the future will come from this state. And we will show both the media and politicians that we are smarter than them. We will no longer have our resources exhausted and our people used and left behind. We will work hard and play hard. We will protect each other. We will support each other. We pledge that we will do whatever we can to get these things in motion right now. We will no longer wait for a path to be cleared for us. We will clear the path ourselves. And we ain’t giving up easily. We will socialize in the real world just as well as we do on the internet…in hopes to organize ourselves effectively.


Tuesday, April 30, 2013

40 Days and 40 Nights (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)


  • "40 Days and 40 Nights"
    If forty days
    And
    Forty nights
    Are enough to change the world,
    Then can forty breaths
    Or
    Forty moments
    Be enough to change a life?
    Drastic changes
    In
    Nearby places
    Can cause nations to go awry,
    But the right person
    At the right time,
    Can incite change
    In the mind.

Monday, April 29, 2013

F.D.D. (Friendship Deficit Disorder) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


F.D.D. (Friendship Deficit Disorder)

Feeling like you don’t have enough friends
Feeling like you are unimportant without a crowd…
…poor you

You must be suffering from F.D.D.
Friendship Deficit Disorder…
…diagnosis in

That’s when you are a bit too shallow
To see, you’re friendships aren’t too deep…
…dig deeper

Get rid of all those unfaithful competitors
Cure yourself with a few loyal friends…
…deficit to surplus

Shine, Baby, Shine! (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"Shine, Baby, Shine!"

I believe you got what those others lack
Baby, shine, ‘cause you are just too fine

Let that gossip roll off your back
Nothing sticks to your kinda design

Those others will try to get you off track
But your appearance and personality combine

For you I will pick up any, any slack
And wait for you to send me a sign

The King and the Emperor (Samuel Jones- Bastrop, LA)


  • "The King and the Emperor"
    Tracking sand
    From a distant land,
    The Emperor has appeared.
    This magnificent man
    Extended his hand,
    Hoping the King would come near.
    "This heart is well fed."
    The King then read
    As his eyebrows began to rise.
    "What needs repair
    In a heart so rare?"
    Toward the Emperor he glides.
    "I am the King."
    The Monarch declared
    Accepting the Emperor's hand.
    As he deeply stared
    Into his heart--
    Eyes flanked by rose strands.
    "I look into the hearts of men,
    Women, nations, and tribes.
    Whatever be your heart's desire
    I am sure to surmise."
    "You do not know what it is I need!"
    The Emperor replied as a taunt.
    He softened,
    "It is too protected for most to perceive:
    It is your heart that I want."

21st Century Problems: A.D.D. Strikes Again (#14)-Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


21st Century Problems: A.D.D. Strikes Again (#14)"

There are 50 states that make up the United States. I am not sure how Puerto Rico and Washington DC fit into this…but sometimes both are considered the 51st state. But I guess we kinda have 52 states. Can you imagine trying to get 52 people to agree on something. I can barely get 4 of my friends to agree on Whataburger or Canes. Canes usually wins because those succulent chicken fingers. They make me want to dance. They make me want to Harlem Shake…unfortunately I’ve never been to Harlem nor am I sure they like to shake. I did go to New York City one time and I took the subway to 42nd street. I thought I was near Times Square, but actually I was in the Brooklyn, so the 42nd street was different there. I am not sure there is 42nd Street in Brooklyn actually. When I got off the subway with this random group of women, I was reminded of the Cosby show…not as classy as the Huxtables, but we can only strive to be Claire Huxtable. What if Claire Huxtable were the First Lady? If I were Vanessa, I would be scared. Vanessa had middle sibling syndrome…like Jan Brady. Jan. It’s hard being friends with someone named “Jan” or “Stan”. I’m okay with the name “Jana” but then I would need to meet a guy named “Stana.” Wait a second…there is so much productive shit I could be thinking about on the toilet right now and this is what I’m thinking about. Ugh, I don’t want to go to work...

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Be Bold, But Not Too Bold, We’ve Got Plenty Time (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


“Be Bold, But Not Too Bold, We’ve Got Plenty Time”

You finally left that woman that used you for your money
So now save your money for building your castle
You can now laugh at the next crying foolish man with her
 BE BOLD…
…but not too bold
You left
So everything is on the right track for you right now

You finally left that man that bruised your beautiful body
Now you can apply your makeup with confidence and truth
You beat that weak little man at his own mind games
BE BOLD
…but not too bold
You left
So everything is on the right track for you right now

We’ve got plenty of time to find loving people who love us back

My First Time (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"My First Time"

It was our first time together and also my first time ever and, just like all of you that have been in this situation, I was scared of what everyone would think, but I went with that first touch that sent my body tingling with pleasure. The way his hand caressed the back of my neck. He wanted this. He wanted this badly. Blood heated. Breaths deep. Bodies waiting.

My lips leaned in met and his lips. A magnetic spark turned into a slight nibble on each other’s lips. Hot breaths, sweet and sensual. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off the t-shirt from his body, smooth, warm, beautiful flesh. I wanted this. I wanted this so bad. My soul erected.

It must of have been when his tongue licked my neck and sent electricity up my face, my brain seizured with ecstasy. Was it the fear of this sensation that held me back this long? What would they think if they saw me like this, my eyes rolled in the back of my head? Trembling skin.

Our jeans were off and then our underwear. Our bodies were able to embrace completely free of any physical restraints, emotional restraints. Kissing intensified and their tongues wrestled for oral penetration.  We wanted this. We wanted each other. Heartbeats faster…beat… beat…beat…beat.

I fell down onto the bed as God’s creation of the most erotic flesh fell on top on me. Our bodies melted into each other as his tongue went from my chest, down my stomach, into unconquered territory.  This wasn’t a position ever expected to be in. But, it felt natural. It felt…it felt…it felt…

And when the lava erupted out of me, my body clenched into a place I had never been, my soul took in his soul. I really saw and felt someone, him. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. It was done, our fluids congealed into love, we had become one, this had been real. And all I could do was catch my breath, a part of me had been released and completed. And I wondered if people would all know what I had just done and how free I felt.

Sonnet to My Body (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"A Sonnet to My Body"

My brown eyes are like chocolate kisses in the June sun
Melted milk chocolate with coconut or almonds
They are almost as sweet as my Honey Buns
(Google says no words rhyme with almonds)

My sexy man-lingerie makes me giggle and sing
My man lips could enflame The Human Torch
I would let myself massage my toffee-colored man body like a king
I’d fuck myself under the June moon on a manly porch

If only I were a newborn house fly on my wall
My compound eyes gaze at my naked hips as I lay
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, I vainly call
But I ignore myself, my wings stop, I die at the end of the day

But like a zombie my man scent brings me back
I find myself, I talk to me, and we fuck next to a bike rack

As a matter of fact my body needs four more lines
So, I look myself into my eyes and see all the glory
And me and myself smoke a cigarette throwing away all my parking fines
‘Cause the future of my body is worth more than a 18-line story

Friday, April 26, 2013

As a Teenager I Wanted to be the Ouachita River (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


“As a Teenager I Wanted to be the Ouachita River”

As a teenager, it was the days I’d park my truck by Forsythe Park
When I would go to the Ouachita River to sit on the banks
I dreamed I would become that river because it flowed freely
It rejected being stuck between the Twin Cities that didn’t get along
There were days I wished I would fall into that observant River
I’d float on down the river passing right under I-20 waving goodbye
Mixing with the spirit of Arkansas transporting life further south
Mostly dreaming of escaping the tight clutches of ignorance

As an adult, I realized even more so the beauty of the Ouachita River
It made see the true good-willed values of my very own home
It was the energy in my home and others that the good in humanity resided
The good energy of the Ouachita River was in many, many of our homes
Even though the manipulative spirit of segregation lurked outside the home
I realized that the Ouachita River glued the lives of many together
I realized any river flowing between us didn’t have to keeping us divided
I realized the rivers between us were the motivation to building bridges

Oh Holy Lord (Annette Redmond Walters-Lafayette, LA)


"Oh Holy Lord"

Holy, Holy, oh glorious lord
deliver me from my atrocious errs
unbind my soul from all offenses

Blessed, Blessed, oh hallowed lord
grant me answers to my prayers
let me be your faithful witness

Praise you, Praise you, oh sacred lord
I come before u, humbled and desperate
and beg to be near you in your lenity

Gracious, Gracious, oh cherished lord
give me wisdom to know my fate
and accept my purpose with serenity

Go For it (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)


"Go For It"
When getting your way
Means getting
In
The way,
Does that mean
You shouldn't want
What you want?
Do you choose
Yourself or
Make priority
Someone else
When you know
You are the best
For the job?
At the end of the day,
I choose not to delay
The acceptance that,
For once,
I finally come first.

Festival (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"Festival"

Celebrating life
Should be our number one priority
Unless you are spiritual
You only have one life to live

When the Festival comes
It’s our green light to be ourselves

We forget our problems
We forget our jobs
And we live

All of the people
All of the music
All of the food
All of the excitement

Off to the Festival
To let go and have fun

We are all friends at the Festival
And I can't wait to see you there

Thursday, April 25, 2013

21st Century Problems: Be Careful Who U Sext…I mean Text (#13) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"21st Century Problems: Be Careful Who U Sext…I mean Text (#13)"

So I meant to send this really naughty text message to Terry in hopes that maybe I could catch him at a weak moment and we make up (sexually) and Terry would be my FTM boyfriend again. This is the text message I sent:

Are u feeling dirty? How bout a shower for 2 at my place 2night?
I can work u out real good.

Unfortunately, the text message went to my mother instead of Terry. Who responded:

This is ur mother. Make sure u shower ur brain real good and watch the “send” button more closely.

My game is off. I need those Justin Bieber dating videos to come in. ASAP.

For Your Grace (Annette Redmond Walters-Lafayette, LA)


"For Your Grace"

I chose not to lead the way
or be the focus of intent
yet here I reside, all on display
for all to see as I repent

I cannot be a perfect spirit
as long as I am bound in sin
I hence feel I’m deemed unfit
for a fight I can’t, alone, win

I pray with passion to see
a promising path of grace
where my people can live free
and our holy father, embrace

Give me strength not to fall
on grievous acts against you
help me hear my lord’s next call
and know your words, alone, are true

I follow where you lead my heart
I give myself to absorb your love
and from evil, set myself apart
I patiently await your guidance from above

Cast a Shadow (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)


"Cast a Shadow"
A shadow means that
You exist,
Undeniably.
Even the Sun
Acknowledges
This omen:
Allowing you
To interrupt the conversation
Between It
And everything else.
You will always
Have a say-so
In the world
Because you
Have
A shadow

North Louisiana Has Parishes Too (Last Time I Checked) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"North Louisiana Has Parishes Too"

Where you from? You don’t sound like you’re from ‘round here,” the man from South Louisiana with his swampy accent asked me.

I said in my country accent, “Swartz. Outside of Monroe.”

Ah, you’re a Yankee,” he said to me.

I strutted past the man and said:

Last time I checked, North Louisiana had parishes too. So exactly what makes you more Louisianan than me? Last time I checked, I ain’t no Yankee. We celebrate Mardi Gras, we have spirituality, we have family values, we have crawfish, we are integrated in some areas and segregated in others. We study French, we hunt, we love to cook, and love our trucks. We make up words and put the emphasis on the wrong syllables, just like you. And we love our children no matter what they grow up to be. So, Mr. South Louisiana, how ‘bout you respect me and I respect you.”

 The man from South Louisiana was my ally, but right now, he wasn’t my friend. I couldn’t believe one of my own kind was hatin’ on me. I decided I was gonna act like this didn’t happen and focus on unity.
Besides, I was strutting so hard with North Louisiana pride that I completely forgot who I was talking to. 

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Trans (Anonymous-Louisiana)


Trans

            Upon meeting A young boy working at Wendy’s, taking orders and preparing food, you wouldn’t know from the smile on his face and warm greeting that he was suffering. He had GID (Gender Identity Disorder) along with an unrealistic knowledge of sex change operations. GID is a conflict between a person’s physical gender and the gender he or she identifies as (PubMed Health). Being a male and identifying as a female was not easy for me. Looking down and seeing the wrong parts made me feel sad. I’ve been battling with my family, myself, and society over these feelings.
            Feeling like a girl trapped in a boy’s body was something I could always relate to. Growing up, I was more attracted to dolls and dresses than footballs and jerseys. When I would think of my adult self, I would see a woman.  This led me to wonder about what it would be like to be a girl. Having cousins that were girls, I would always go to their house and play barbies. Sometimes, we would play dress up, and I always enjoyed myself. As I grew up, I noticed the differences between girls and boys, or gender roles as some might call them. I was immediately disgusted with my sex. I wanted to be a girl. I wanted to wear pretty clothes and have fancy hair. I wanted my big Disney wedding and my white knight. Being a boy in the south, all of this was very controversial.
             
            Upon entrance to high school and a new wave of guys fashion became popular. I was finally able to experience the colors, tight pants, and hair care that was once forbidden. It was exhilarating to finally feel more like my inner self. However, slowly realizing that I was lacking a cultural part of female sexuality, breasts, I felt low again. So I decided to save up for some, by getting a part time job at Wendy’s.
            Working at a fast food restaurant isn’t always fun, but I was making money. One slow night, a co-worker approached me and asked about my sexuality. I explained that I was gay and considering a sex change. With a confused look on her face, she asked “Why? You still be a guy, you’d just be a guy with boobies.” She went on to say that I would be unloved in God’s eyes. She theorized that God made me male and wanted me to pursue life that way. and that. I felt alone and like an abomination. I had never felt like I was incapable of being loved by God. She was the first person to make me feel self conscious about having GID. While also leaving me feeling like I would just be a boy in a girls clothing.
             I didn’t think the operation would leave me resembling a man. I wasn’t sure what the surgical outcome even was. I had never questioned the functionality of the parts. I mostly thought it would work the same as a naturally born female’s would. However, I was wrong. There are many things that define a man and woman, and simply having a sex change wouldn’t make me fully female. The then current advancements were not up to my personal standard of how I saw myself as a woman. I would want to give birth, and breast-feed. Also I wouldn’t feel comfortable with taking hormones everyday. This left me felling very disappointed. So I confided in my mom.
            When I told my mom I wanted sex change, she was not very energetic to comply with my wishes. She wanted nothing to do with me or my lifestyle choice. In her eyes that once showed so much love, I now saw hate and anger. This led her to come up with and agreement. The understanding was that I was to remain straight male forever, and I was not to act feminine. I was not to have any connection to the lifestyle. Of course, I refused at first, trying to maintain my identity. As a result, she saw it in my best interest to provide me with a suitable punishment. I was banned from the internet, not even for school projects. My cell phone was taken away, and I was monitored at school. My friends were to be approved by her, and there was to be no TV.
            When my dad found out I wanted a sex change, he went off. Telling me he didn’t approve of this gay S***. Asking me if I wanted people to hate me, and if I wanted to go to hell. I had never cared too much what he had to say though. Having cheated on my mom, and his mistress, he wasn’t exactly in the running for father of the year. Not with me anyway. I would just nod my head to keep the peace. I only saw him once or twice a year and there was no reason to have my cell phone taken away again. He was “noble”, by his own definition, supporting his mistress children because they didn’t have a “good daddy” like I did.
            As I looked in the mirror and tried to make myself feel better about the whole ordeal, I noticed the many aspects of myself that confirmed my gender as a man. I hated all the things that made me male. I hated the reflection staring back at me, resembling my absent narrow minded father. The lack of love and innocence  I hated my religion and parents for making me feel unloved, but most of all I hated myself. I didn’t want to be this way.  So I stopped. I threw away all my connections to the life style, all of my tight cloths all of my make up, everything. I decided to live my life from that point on with no physical aspirations. I decided to live by the bible the best way I could. After all I had no choice. I had no money and nobody that I could have depended on.




Works Cited

PubMed Health. 2012 йил 13-February. 2013 йил 20-February <www.ncbi.nim.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0002495/>.

Rising Hope (Annette Redmond Walters-Lafayette, LA)


"Rising Hope"

With my face in the ground
despair had risen into me
Losing hope, thinking I was bound
I felt I did not have strength to be

The wind then whistled a whispering sound
I hold my breath and open my eyes to see
My first glimpse of hope, winged and crowned
stood before me and asked me not to flee

Only then did I breathe a new scent
darkness cleared and I stumbled not again
I noticed soon, a light above, perfectly bent
into my heart, I savored all the love within

I looked upon another fallen face imprint
covered him with lilies and saw his darkness thin
When he began to rise, I felt I had been sent
to relay a cherished hope, one day he would win

Harakiri (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)


"Harakiri"
Opening up
And spilling your guts
Can feel like
Harakiri.
It's an honorable way,
A fantastic display,
To prove that you are not empty.
Opening up
And spilling your guts
May feel like
Harakiri.
It's the samurai way,
A public display,
That proves that you are not empty.

Memory on the Horizon: A Different Depiction (Taylor Coen-Lafayette, LA)


"Memory on the Horizon:
A Different Depiction"

Sushi for three
On a Tree in school
There are daring cops
Who Teach Us
About jumping off of the diving board
Up the house from the Storm
Comes marching down the hall everyday
I sing a merry tune in my head to distract the negative
Thoughts running through the mind while the words dance across the pages
Sit there as blank as ever due to the block
O’ cheese sent for Christmas
Time is the time I used to enjoy but now has just become havoc
Kids running amuck drive me insane to no end
Of the street is where I get ice cream from Baskin Robins
Chirp that joyful song that everyone knows
Pokes out in front of my face to where I can’t see around it
Never ends on the Merry Go Round
The Mulberry Bush on Easter Sunday
I go to Church and enjoy Passover
The bread for I need to get fatter

We, Single Gentlemen (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)



We laugh at the needy men who claim to be gentlemen
We roll our eyes at the men who need lovers as property
We are gentlemen who not only have penises, but have brains

We shake our heads at the men who use sex to mark their territory
We know we shouldn’t raise any children we can’t father
We are gentlemen who may are single by choice, no desperation here

We hold the door open, stand up for what’s right, exude confidence
We aren’t afraid of emotion and have no problem with your affection
We are gentlemen who work hard for the future, setting standards

We are self-made and quite charming to be around, just ask
We are men who know ourselves well enough to live our one life
We are gentlemen who will marry when we please, quite comforting

We have the patience to wait for our right handsome king or queen,
We sit on the thrown ready to reign our ambitious kingdom
We are gentlemen who play Chess while others play Checkers

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Ferris Wheel (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)


“Ferris Wheel”
Bright lights
And high heights:
Enter the Ferris wheel.
“I hope it stops when
When we reach the top.”
Rise in the Ferris wheel.
Astronomy like
A canopy:
Apex of the Ferris wheel.
A kiss to last
As a star moves past.
"It stopped for you and me. . ."

The Friend Zone (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)


"The Friend Zone"
I have
Friend-zoned
The Friend Zone,
Though I have enough friends. . .

21st Century Problems: A.D.D., Work, and Sh*t Part 2 (#12) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"21st Century Problems: A.D.D., Work, and Sh*t Part 2 (#12)"

I feel like I was on a very, very long lunch break, but I took a shit and it cleared mind.

Job #3: YoguLand Shift 2 (2:00 PM)

“Do you have anymore hot fudge?” Someone was asking me a question, but I wasn’t paying attention. I am thinking about my life and how I feel like I need some sort of change. Maybe I should venture out from Michelle Branch. I need some new kind of music to inspire me. Hmmmm…..what could it be? “Hello! Are you listening to me?” the person continues talking to me, but I was distracted weighing pieces of Reese’s peanut butter cups. Who could be my new musical inspiration?

Job #4: Hot Dogs (4:30 PM)

Hot Dogs was pretty close to being the worst of jobs, but they paid well for me to stand on the side of the road in a Chihuahua costume holding a hot dog and waving. They claimed that this helped get them business for dinner, because they believed that people don’t often think of hot dogs as a dinner food….they apparently had done a study that claimed people associated hot dogs more as a lunch food. I honestly could care less as long as I got paid and no one recognized me.

Job #4: Men R Us (6:30 PM)

This was by far my favorite job because I got to work from home on my webcam. Basically, all I had to do was put on an adult diaper and talk to men and women across the globe pretend to be a baby at times and be “naughty.” It’s not as awkward and uncomfortable as it sounds. I get to work my own hours at Men R Us….O-M-G…my new musical inspiration just came to me…Justin Bieber. That’s it! I need to step up my game, especially after my break up with Terry. I’m about to find my inner playa.

Fighting (Ted A. Richard-Church Point, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"Fighting" 

Through the calm of the midnight air
I can feel the torture of faint whispering.
Then soon the whispers develop a life of their own.
The whispers become louder and I can feel that
Something big is about to happen.
Yes, it’s definitely a storm!
And I anxiously sit and wait for the “main event”
I’ve got front row seats from my front porch window.
It’s the mighty oak trees fighting the wind,
It’s the newly blossomed iris fighting for water,
It’s the robin red-breasts fighting for its young,
And it’s the swift current fighting the tides.
I had never realized that fighting could be so silent.

But I choose to fight for my life and yours loudly
It’s the suffering of poor families fighting for food and shelter,
It’s the innocent children kept alive; fighting to be killed slowly by politics,
It’s the boy fighting to be a girl and the girl fighting to be a boy
It’s the voiceless majority fighting to be heard

I am no longer sitting on my porch watching
I am now in the “ring”
I am in the midst of the storm!
This storm!
It’s happening!
The whispers turn to screams and the storm is severe
This fight around me isn’t just for nature but for humans too
The screams are fierce and they are led by me
Through the turbulence of the roaring air

But at least I’m fighting!
And I now realize that I am central to my own survival.
It’s “sink or swim”
Or “survival of the fittest”.
The mighty oak knows it,
The blossoming iris knows it,
The robin red-breast knows it,
 And the rolling waves know it too!

And  I’m still fighting!
Because I now realize that I am also central to your survival.
It’s “build or destroy”
Not “every man for himself” ; but every man for his community
The poor families know it,
The innocent children know it,
The boy and the girl know it,
 And the voiceless majority knows it too!

And it takes me a minute to realize that
 The fight that I have within me is
Stronger than the energy trying to hold me back.
So I keep fighting!
Until I think I can’t fight anymore.

And then I keep fighting!
Because I can’t be “knocked out”
Torn down and ripped apart by
Wind , drought, hunger and floods,
Nor by
Homelessness, politics, discrimination and rejection!

And I am still fighting;
Silencing the thunder and whispering the wind.

Then I can once again feel the
Impassioned embrace of the calm midnight air.

I have survived the storm.

I am at peace!

Monday, April 22, 2013

7 Days in Hell (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"7 Days in Hell"

To Hell
Is where I went when I was feeling
Rejected,
Infected,
By the life I never asked for
And the life those who judged me
Said had no place in heaven

The first day
On the road to Hell
Always seems glamorous
But the glamour starts to fade
By the end of the second day
It’s the third day when most are captured
When the hallucinations really take hold

There is only a short window of time 
In which one can travel down the multiple paths
From Hell to Earth
Most never make it back in time
It only takes three days to be stuck in patterns, craziness
Few, like myself, are able to navigate beyond the third day
Between the realms of Earth and Hell

The fourth day in hell
Begins a deep period of paranoia and horror
The fifth day in hell
Is when isolation sets in and the deterioration begins
By the sixth day in hell
The reality of flesh is dying with the mind
It is near a permanent state of misery

Hell is where I went
Determined to find pleasure in loneliness
I kept looking for acceptance from decayed souls
In hell to make friends with
Because I was taught that every soul
Has the potential to be good
But in Hell that isn’t true

By the seventh day
I realized I was lonely among the lonely
If I didn’t leave I’d be stuck forever in patterns, crazinesss
But I was lucky
That everyone and everything in Hell
Reminded me that my inspiring soul didn’t belong there
So I let go of misery and left Hell for sanity

And found the path that was right for me to Heaven