So apparently, God has it in for me.

Lost it all, only a month. It was only a month and the ground disappeared from beneath me. I wish I had someone, something! I have no God, I have no preacher, I am no preacher or God. I have no knowledge, I don't read books, I do not detest poverty!
No, not prideful
I won't praise you
nor afraid
of the stranger
I choose solitude
I am not the average average woman.
I have no average average love.
My art is profound
and cheap
a waste
waste
waste
waste
waste
waste
waste
waste
waste
waste
waste
Goddamn, isn't freedom of speech a treat?