A silly rhyme
But how much worth do you think you have?
A dollar to a holler?
You are great!
You the best!
Better than me?
I rather not waste my time.
You are worth alot but you have a pricetag. I am worth so much more for I am priceless. My soul will never be sold as yours went to the highest bidder.
I chose to let you be but go far away from me.
Good morning my fellow bloggers/readers. Thank you for liking my posts. Today I touch on the subject of bullying and harassment. They still exist just more subtle when we are older. Say no to being mistreated. Know your rights. Know your worth.
Sending you much love from Brooklyn.
Among the silence I miss your voice and in the midst of all the noises I miss your quietude. Thank you.
Love Guady G
Do you get it? Sometimes as writers we pour our hearts and soul into our writing and get no likes. Then other times we just write for the heck of it and everyone loves it. Does it make you wonder? Do you ponder about it?
We check stats and there are readers everyday of our material. So the question remains. Do we write because we are passionate about it or simply to be liked? Do we have a message we want to convey? Is it a popularity contest? Who are we competing against? Hmm just more questions. Anyone have any answers? Why do you write? I’m interested.
I write because when I was 9 years old I discovered that I could put my feelings in a poem. It was cathartic. I loved rhyming and it was fun too. How old were you?
Hugs from Brooklyn
Oh, how I miss how it used to Be
It was just me and my honey Bee
Then he left me that s oh B
This week I have bees buzzing in my head. Hope you enjoy.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Please stop complaining about your job! Trust me, mine is worse. Sure the boss may ask you to say late or come in earlier but my job is 24 hrs.
Sure you wish you had another job. You are lucky because you can quit. I can’t for I was created for just one purpose in mind. Frankly, I think it stinks like shh it! Phew!!
Come on I sport nice white clothes to work only to be covered in stool, urine and sometimes blood. If that’s not enough sometimes I have to work as a tissue and get covered in snots. I bet your job ain’t so bad now.
I’ve had it with my employment and sometimes I just won’t budge. When you try to take a piece of me, you can’t grab me. You pick and pick and get only shreds of me. That is my sweet revenge! I am laughing as you get annoyed. Ha! Ha! Ha!
I don’t like being taken for granted. I’m always being used. My white clothes gets all gross and then I’m thrown away. You don’t even think about me. It’s so routine for you. Sure when I’m not in the room you freak out. I’m needed but only appreciated when I’m gone. Why don’t you say thank you when I am present?
So stop complaining about your job. I have the most shitty job. I still can’t believe that some people call me Charmin. There ain’t nothing charming about my job.
Wiper of assests
Thank you for taking an interest in my blog. In my opinion everything that takes up space in the universe is made of matter. All matter gives off energy. Do inanimate objects have emotions too? Lets just play it safe. Lets appreciate each other and give thanks for everything we have in our lives. Yes that includes toilet paper.
Oh, Paper you are so pure and white!
I want to put my ink on you, all through the night.
Penned with love
The Pen 🖊
Sending many hugs from Brooklyn.
I’m curious. I want to know what you thought about when you first woke up this morn. Also did you let out a sigh? Did you yawn? I want to know so comment below.
Don’t be shy. Give it a try.
Hugs from Brooklyn
I will start by stating I woke up thinking about you and all your grandeur. Your turn. I double dog dare you.