I have not learned the touches of love until now. We come
into this world, molested and no one ever tells us its wrong. We just grow up realizing
that we’re fucked up. People look at us as if we have been compromised by evil
when we make mistakes. Love has to be taught. We do not come into the world
knowing love. It’s how parents, our leaders, our society’s responsibility to
enforce rules of the heart not our bodies. Government molests our bodies,
sometimes with religion, tells us how to or not to use them. However, it doesn’t
teach the bodily functions of love.
Our bodies are abused by the words of hate, entrapment, and dysfunction.
We’re scared to touch, we’re scared to love, we fear love. Hate has molested
us and our country has allowed it. But, the people can know love. We can learn it on our own.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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