If it’s not one thing, it’s the another
But people come to me
Into my sacred space
To let go
To be at peace
Away from politics
Conspiracy
Death and taxes
Those are the things
We don’t talk about
That much anyway
Kind of like sex
Every one
Believe it or not
Got here because of
The simple act of sex
Maybe it was love making
Maybe it was not
We don’t talk much about it
Not really at all
It’s one of those things
Like politics and conspiracy
That brings out the ugly in some people
The raw beauty in others
The truth and the feelings
So different for everybody
There’s just a few things
We know for sure
Everybody has to pay taxes
Everybody is going to die someday
Sex created everybody
Politics will change
Conspiracy has been around since heaven knows when
Whether we talk about it
Ignore it
Gloss over it
Truth of the matter is
It is what it is
Becomes what we make of it
Just like sex is.
👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
7 34 a.m. 7.22.20
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