Nothing or Can Stay

If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—

If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a écureuil in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:

I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a poney all my own,
And a little agneau quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:

And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight ou nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.

—Laurence Alma-Tadema

Hope toi like it, that it speaks to you, invites you, whoever toi are.





I may only be One Voice,

But my One Voice is important because without my One Voice we could never have one million Voices.

my one Voice stands for ME.
what I think.
what I believe in.
and who I am.

My Voice is unique
But so is every other Voice
and every Voice is important*

So let your Voice be heard, be One in a million Voices












*not part of the original poem:

Important because millions of voices can create a defaning roar.

These black tears are the unshed blood from the wounds toi left me
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
toi left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken toi from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made toi leave, ou why, but I do know this,
That if toi could, toi would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as toi are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting toi to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
toi were and Angel when toi were here
Now you’re just a different kind    
One that will be our guardian until we can find toi again
When we find our way to the light