Not Valerie,
What oarent’s named me is not me,
It doesn’t define me,
Ut is a lable,
I had nothing to do with,
Nor is this jew,caucassion,
I’m a soft butch writer named Val,
I know me,
You insist I identify me,
You tell me employers wish to deserve my credit rating,
I’m seeking employment because surviving being struck twice by a car and living on peanuts for fifteen years was horrendous!
I’m the poet author Val Whitewolf , until you get with the program not all females fit tightly in a conformus box marked female,
This is who I am,
I care for animals,sell books and write,
If you want to know more about me employ me,
Drive around through the country with me,
Fish with me,
But be careful I might fall in love with you,
As a stranger I will never care for you,
As a lover I’m constant,
Steadfast,
In earnest,
Passionate,
Dependable,
Until you rip my heart out like my narcississitic handle sister,
Then like the scared wounded animal I am,
I bleed,
Die a bit more inside,
As a poet I feel melancholy like it’s an artwork,
Time to rise give medication to sixteen kittens,
Go get food,
Then clean, record books to sell and write,
Went to North Eastern Iowa Community College January 2008-December 2011,August of 2008 struck on a cross walk with my ten speed by a ninety-three year old retired lawyer. Took me seven years to finally get the MIR I should have recueved on the eleventh of two o eight.
Transfer with the referral of a judge and on my poetry to Luther College, where I studied history. My goal was to teach in time college history.
Could not test out of Statistics due to a TBI,
Last application I did, they were sure I took fluff. I went to Luther College.I was not interested in Art history.
Val Whitewolf 