A letter to President Obama might be silly but it is nothing less than love.
My house in my bags and no love in my pockets.
I am not afraid to love myself deeply.
I think like mountains yet I bow down to grains of sand.
I wrote many poems when I was homeless. When I had internet access, I self-published them in this book called “Ugly Heart”. I also included some artwork. See below for samples and link. I would really love some reviews. https://www.amazon.com/Ugly-Heart-beautiful-ugliest-experience-ebook/dp/B01JVQERDO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1470597851&sr=8-1&keywords=Ugly+Heart+by+Deidra+Lovelace I was once your daughter The one with your mini features You would have disposed… Continue reading My book : Ugly Heart.
They say if you don’t trouble someone, they won’t trouble you. Well, they lied. I just got a little money to buy some food. It’s a Sunday so everywhere is closed. I had to stop at a gas station mini mart. I had a bad feeling before I went out. I was hungry and needed food or… Continue reading Starting over at 27 – Episode 3
Today was a roller-coaster. I started off pretty optimistic. I told myself all the positive crap to not feel pathetic. “Today is gonna be awesome!” “Where there is a will, there is a way.” “You can do anything!” Ha, if I got a dollar for every time I reassured myself that things were going to be alright,… Continue reading Starting over at 27 Episode 2