SerenitySavage

I need my brakes checked Can’t seem to stop My mind is leaking oil The timing belt about to pop High octane fuel ignites my guts Each highway another detour These tires need rotated More destinations to explore My transmission recently overhauled The engine is now purring Previous owners warranty expired He left my windshield blurry Inspect me and let me pass Single rider in the carpool lane Buckle up for the next joyride There are still plenty of miles to gain

She will cross your mind Like a butterfly Fluttering On a fresh bloom Here and gone In the same instant If you close your eyes You can always imagine A butterfly’s grace Even when you Smudge her wings Her ever present memory A reminder of The fleeting nature Of life and love

For as long as I can remember, I have been a smartmouthed opinionated woman. Even when I was nothing more than a little girl that only thought she knew everything. Empathy is something that matures as you age. The older I get, the more I am able to see the other side of the story. As I finish my fortieth year on this planet, the country I call home is in a societal crisis. It is division on top of division with no end in sight and it fucking hurts. Emotionally. Mentally. We are all hurting for different reasons. Pain is the single unifying factor in all of our lives.  I have been hesitant to speak out about the obvious racial torture that has been going on since forever in the United States. What the hell do I, a privileged white girl, have to offer to this conversation? I am used to putting my life out there through my writing. I have written about every embarrassing, beautifully ugly thing imaginable that has come out of my life for the past four years. I have learned that my wor