alexfaye
I bow to no one. Get out of my way, I am the mistress of my environment, and no one tells me to bow down. I stand up. I walk tall.
No never mind. I bow down. I kiss the ground. I am grateful for my life. I know I could not live without gratitude.
Oh no, I already did this. Now I feel pressure to write something different. OK, I do know which fork is for what, but I never set my table that way. I'm not a fancy lady. Is this me myself and I, he asked? I sometimes can write a short story here, but right now I'm being watched by 23 pairs of eyes, but actually, they aren't paying attention, so who cares? I am a courteous driver and I let people cut in front of me when we are exiting in a crowd, like at baseball games