Confessions of a Murderer

I killed Miss Patty Perfect.

And I'm sure no one will ever miss her.

Who is Miss Patty? Where did I hide the body?

You see, Miss Patty was this chick that lived inside of me. She felt like she had to get everything right all the time. She thought that the love of those around her was dependent upon her ability to do the right thing and say the right thing all the time.

She felt like she was supposed to never need help, to be able to handle everything on her own all the time.

I did sympathize with Miss Patty because she did not wear her independence like a badge of honor. No for her, her independence was a cross to bear.

I will also admit to a bit of fondness for Miss Perfect. She is my ideal me. She is me at my best. She is the me that I aspire to be all the time. She is the standard that I set for myself however unreal.

But I am not her. I am a shadow of who she is when I'm at my best and a cheap imitation when I'm at my worst.

It's been hard to silence her. She was the best of who I wanted to be. She is who I dream of being.

But I am not her and she is not me.

And I had to kill her because she was killing me.

The Life I Live

I want the life I live to be as big as it can be,
as wide as it can be,
as round as it can be,
as long as it can be,
as happy as it can be,
as fun as it can be,
as crazy as it can be,
as sexy as it can be,
as cool as it can be,
as loving as it can be,
as kind as it can be,
as compassionate as it can be,
as loud as it can be,
as full as it can be.

Celebrating Me

The woman that I became from the girl that I was,
Now stands, not looking back, but looking above.

The curve of my hips and the width of my thighs.
And I know just where Victoria's secret lies.

The scent of my sex and my smooth silky skin.
The look in my eyes promises heavenly sin.

How magnificent and regal and royal I am.
Loving myself and not giving a damn

What others may think or what they may say
Because I’m in charge of me and making my own way.

I am in love with my own softness and femininity.
I am taken with the strength inside of me.

I admire the woman I have come to be.
I truly appreciate that she that is me.