Today’s ruling on Roe v Wade

I am a 14 year old from Texas. I am not special. But I am alone.

No one to talk to, except my boyfriend on the phone.

He doesn’t understand what I am going through.

We had our fun and all, but now what do I do?

I can’t even drive a car.

And this will leave me a permanent scar.

I knew I shouldn’t have gone to that party last week.

But I am a kid. Now a termination I must seek.

I am so ashamed. And no one will know

How many have been here I doubt I’m the only one so….

What makes you think you know what’s best for me?

I wanted a career, to go to college you see.

Now my dreams are shattered. And this feels so wrong.

They say it’s your own fault. Be tough. Be strong.

My life is over. Am I feel like this is all bulshit!

People make mistakes. Usually their dreams they don’t have to quit.

I guess this is America now. Not the country I learned in school.

Boys get to keep their dreams. But not girls. That’s not cool!

So now my body is not my own. Neither is yours. Girls have no power.

We need to get together, girls, stop this madness this hour.

Looks like it’s over for me. But there’s hope still for you.

Don’t let them control your body too.

I wish I wish I had never met that boy.

Screw all the men, ladies, buy yourself a nice toy

The road is long

The road is long and straight and seems to go nowhere. Maybe it goes to Oblivion. We do not know. But we are on that road. And that road is long.

I am having serious issues today. I am not suicidal but I think about it all the time. I think about how I’m too much of a coward to ever do it. I think about how I could never be without my child. And then I just get mad. It’s Curious that I don’t go anywhere, I only sit upon this bed. Yet at the same time I am on that road. Traveling, to where I don’t know. But I know that road is long.

The longer you are on that road, the sooner you want to get off it. It is a long journey. It’s painful. It’s boring. But most importantly it is long.

I find myself struggling to stay on the road. Yet, it is impossible for me to get off the road. To some of them on the road things are going smoothly. For others they just want it to end. My ride is boring. Seems to go nowhere. But I Keep On Truckin. How long do I have to do this?

The road is long. With many a winding turn. That leads us to who, who knows where, who knows when. That is from the song He Ain’t Heavy He’s My Brother. It just popped in my head. I guess we knew about this road even back then. And even back then that road is long.

It is not up to us to decide when we get off the road. We aren’t even sure whose plan it is. We aren’t even sure if there is a plan at all. All we know is that there is a road. And it is terribly long!

I wish I knew where the road went. I wish I knew when I could get off. I wish for a lot of things, but I don’t get a lot of wishes that come true. I get a lot of, insert explicit language.

I suppose this blog will stop here. Because it’s not getting any happier. And I was trying to put a smile on my face. But I cannot today, I will just keep trucking. You Keep On Truckin too. Eventually we will find the end of the road


How do I keep you engaged? Do you want a happy poem? Do you want some positivity? Let me know how to keep you engaged.

What is a happy thought without a little rage?

To feel total and utter Bliss.

One has to remember and miss

What led them down this path.

Chances are, it was a little Wrath.

Did this engage you? Tell me why? And don’t lie! I really want to know.

So I can keep you reading. And maybe my blog will grow.

Just tell me what to write. I’m a people pleaser. Live for the alcolade.

In interest, it’s not about the friends I’ve made.

Sometimes it’s about the connection. Sometimes it’s about the praise.

Whatever’s the reason your attention I want to raise.

Will you remember me? My name is l a u r e l i n. I hope you will be in my friend.

Chances are, you already are if you read this poem to the end.

Thanks for the engagement. Thanks for the time.

I will be back tomorrow, folks, with a different rhyme


What will the world look like in 2222?

Will it still be a marble of Deep Blue?

Well we still have borders?

The animals see them not.

We carve the planet up like pumpkin pie.

I hope the United States gets a Big Slice.

And if we get one, make it alamode

Because ice cream makes everything better

Just don’t get any on your sweater

Let’s move to 2322 oh, are humans still there?

Probably still fighting over slices of the pumpkin pie.

Let’s move to 24 22, are humans still there?

Yes, but the pie has gotten smaller.

Let’s move to 3522 oh, are humans still there?

Yes, but the pie is a slice. And there’s not enough room to fight on this island.

Let’s move 2 4022 okay, are humans still there?

Yes. But we evolved. And we have gills. And there is no pumpkin pie.

Let’s move to 5022, are humans still there?

What’s a human?

Perspective is nice. Of the pie I hope we get a slice.

In 2022, you are still fighting over the same piece of pie.

In the macrocosm sense, the pumpkin pie is a lie.

The world will return to water. A planet of H2O. No More Humans. No more pie.

Just enjoy the ride while you’re on it now. Gratitude, humans, don’t even try,

To carve the world up in the image you want. You won’t get your wish.

In the end, humans will probably evolve back into the fish