F.i.in.e Moods

She gets around to thinking

It'd be nice to be cut some slack

Considering everything

It's a miracle she's not more whack!

She's kind and thoughtful

To others, 'cause it's inconceivable

For her not to be mindful;

Knowing too well it's unlivable

Yet she gets crucified

Any time she makes a small mistake

Leaving her only stupefied

And completely unaware of which step to take

She gets around to thinking

Something must be missing

She's always forgiven what they do

Apparently it isn't something they can do

Imagine that,

You lacking imagination.

I shouldn't be surprised,

Still, leaves me incredulous.

In my youth,

When I'd expressed the wish

To not do anymore what

I did to get myself money,

You, of course,

Jumped to the conclusion

That it was about prostitution,

Even writing it in my client notes.

Had you bothered

To ask me, I could've cleared

That up for you very easily:

No way did I EVER do that.

What I did involved selling

Something, sure, but it

Certainly never was my body...

You think that's all girls can do?

Come on, now,

Get away from stereotypes.

There's more than one way

To survive on the streets.

As a professional,

Half expected you'd know better.

Also don't appreciate my story

Being rewritten to your assumptions.

Now there are official files

That state I used to sell my body!

Have you any idea how infuriating

This is, to be faced with?

- Are You Saying Some Are More Deserving of Your Help?

It makes me shake my head in disbelief

Whenever I come across those

Social media posts from a person

Who shares the good deed they did

On a certain day about when they met

A homeless person, and helped them,

Out of the blue, on that day,

By getting them food and clothing.

But then they go and ruin it

By specifying that this particular

Homeless person wasn't an alcoholic

Or drug addict, just down on their

Luck through circumstances out

Of their hands, as if that makes

A difference as to whether this

Person should get their help or not... ?

Picking who deserves help

Kind of annuls the spirit of

The good deed, in my view...

You either care or you don't,

Otherwise, it's just for a show

Of "Look how nice I am".

As a helper, it's not your place

To decide how your help is used.

It's certainly not your place

To judge how it's used.

There are realities for which

You have no clue about,

And so the decisions taken

May not concur with your usual.

But how dare you decide what's

Worth your help and what isn't

When you can't even begin

To understand this kind of life.

This idea that addicts on the streets

Made a choice and put themselves

In this position makes it so

That these people are condemned,

And viewed as if they are unworthy

Of help just 'cause they get high.

They did this to themselves is the view.

And so what, if that should be true? 

Despair is despair.

And to view it in such simplistic terms

When it's much more complex than that

Truly disgusts me.  So whenever I come

Across those stupid good deed with

A homeless person posts, I roll my eyes

'Cause they all make it a point to specify

That this homeless person they helped

Truly deserved their help 'cause they

Weren't an alcoholic or drug addict.

I always think to myself, 'What an idiot'.

So very simple-minded and unimpressive.

Maybe my views on these things

Are wholly colored by what

I've been through, but whenever

I spend the time to observe women,

I find it incredibly sad how they

All seem to believe it's important

To look nice for others around them.

Well, the whole makeup regime,

The made-up hair, nails, and fashions

They wear, it looks pretty involved...

Which gives the allure it's important to them.

I don't understand it at all...

There is no part in me which

Seeks any sort of thing like that.

Being pleasing-looking for others

Doesn't strike me as something

That is anywhere important.

Why would I want to be looked

At in this manner, anyway?

Why would anyone?

Do women really need this?

Yet, practically all women do it,

Like it's a natural expectation of them.

It all looks awfully sad, and seems to me

Like there are other things in this life

Which have way more substance

Than how you may look...