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~Punk!~
Grappling with anything that gives you the strength to survive what is going on! 1 of the definitions of Punk = Prostitute! Meaning looking for and finding love where we can within our own kind, our world!
~Punk!~
Punk is what was keeping me Alive
Punk is what protected
What was going on inside,
Punk is not a game
Punk is when you're insane.
Skating around the truth
No more straws to grasp at,
No more ways of escaping
The Pain,
Punk is a way of life that helps us
Get thru,
When we feel there is nothing left inside
Of the child,
That you all abused!
No more time to enjoy life
No more joy rides
Punk is what kept me alive,
For 10 DAM YEARS
Punk is what pulled me through,
If it wasn't for Punk and my God
Getting me out of bed,
And creating a way for me to feel
How to choose to Thrive,
Instead of laying down my life
Throwing down my fists
And living without choosing to fight!
I can't imagine what the difference would be
If I had just let myself fall,
And hit the pavement
Sitting still for years,
With a guitar case or cup out
Asking for help
From those passing by,
Until the ageing of my bones
And the drugs caught up to me
Here in Canadian weather,
When I would have to seek indoor shelter
And warmth,
That would only be superficial
And temporary on the outside,
Until that fateful day
When it's my turn
And Death came creeping upon my door!
I could have never continued to live within
This New World Order,
Without any Safety net
To help me now,
Make a difference
And change things for others.
To remain for my children
Setting an example of how lucky they are,
In knowing how much harder life can be
To understand better their love,
For Mother
And love for them from me!
So I say I have to Thank Punk
For keeping me here
For living in me,
Punk is what made me breathe
Punk is what was
Punk Kept me Alive!
But now I'm older
And all that has been drained,
And I have to start again
To find a way to LIVE
In a New Way...
Thank-You God for that,
Without time I needed for healing
I would still be trapped!
Written by,
Jennifer...
Aka A Punk Girl named Blue!
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Jennifer Cooley
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
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