How are you creative?
I’m a poet,
Tonight at Sister Ruth’s,
Sister of choice,
In Sun City, Arizonia,
Last fall,
A question parts her lips ,
Can You insulate?
The landlord evicted her,
Gave her six months,
Toward fall finding no place to move,
Only getting fifteen hundred a month and that’s Ruth’s rent,
Then she was allowed to stay,
And have a room mate,
A smoker became Ruth’s roommate,
This week the smoker said,
I’m leaving before the first of the year
Bingo Bammo!
Like an old Batman!
Ruth joined the Mormons,
Through them she met her new roommate,
Tonight Ruth fed Missionairies,
A friend,
New roommate,
And a homeless friend,
Ruth, wanted her new roommate to know her friends, some are homeless,
Keeping her gayness hush,hush,
She is separating herself,
Been hurt,
As an Empath,
I feel allot,
Sometimes to much,
https://allpoetry.com/poem/16931600-She-stands-tall-by-Valheikewhitewolf?c=1179552386
Val Whitewolf 