I thought I had another, meaningful poem to write, so this short story will be just that.

HONESTLY, I'm very upset, obviously, wouldnt, you be , if you found out, so late that your cousin, has obviously, been jealous of you, after all these years, and how she, played that loving cousin role.

Damn straight, I'm mad, do you know, what I could have did with her mind back then, with this information and obviously a lot of space for me raoming in her head, jealousy for me, i would have played it like the very guitar she claims to master in, and lets not for get the opera, honey Mary J Blige would have been her favorite artist, counseling her broken soul, whole again,singing " cause I like what I see when I'm looking at me " trying to reasure her self of condidence.

I'm a woman, and person first, that have been through, more then one war, and honestly I think it's my blunt honesty, see my cousin thinks that I don't respect the fact that they told me how low and trashy they really...