A housewife’s plea

Don't you know what this awful, heartrending, heavy feeling is called?Empty, I am empty. A black hole seems almost limited to the expanse of my misery. Ambiguity and mystique seems almost the same to me; I, who am discarded in the drift of time, barely holding on, I rock and pray to a God who [...]

Feminine Outrage, a Song

Baby boy you weren't the one, you promised me love but only brought me heartache. ooh, ooh, how could you be the one, when you successfully broke me into pieces? pieces, baby, broke me into pieces ooh, ooh why could you never hold me tight, even when you made me cry? I begged, I cried, [...]