A new Harvard poll shows that only half of Americans trust the CDC — other health agencies were rated even lower. During a pandemic, trust is critical to the success of a public health response. — Read on http://www.npr.org/2021/05/13/996331692/poll-finds-public-health-has-a-trust-problem Not very shocking that half of Americans think the CDC is full of shit. 👀 YouContinue reading “CDC And FDA Trusted By Only Half Of Americans : NPR”
She ain’t allowed around muy thangs…
This is probably one of the best poems I’ve never written… 😔
The line is thin
We all rush for it
…we need them one and all
I’m not the one who should be waving a white flag… (in rhyme)
Humility is me. Dishonor is you.
Don’t think I was prepared to see what I saw but I did after all (beware light nudity- not age restricted)
Heaven is empty but my tongue is clean (poetry and prose)
LOL I found another way to say I love you (in rhyme)
Those lies lying between your teeth
I need answers
He once called me his angel and queen. Now I’m just a has-been.
The future is missing any sun
She’s a pyramid scheme
Slaves any way you cut it…
I’m still dipping my toes in non-rhyme. 🤓
I’m angry, I’m furious, I’m full of rage
People change but nothing changes
Freestyle rhyme about mistakes and those who dwell amongst them
Regrets are heavy
“Sometimes a cigar is a cigar” and a liar is a liar. Narcissism 101
All a man has is his word but he doesn’t even have that…
Tools the narcissist will use
They stoned the messenger and still flock to him like flies on shit…
All I want to say is narcissists don’t care about you…
Don’t believe a word they say….
I’m not the reason he is bad, I’m not the reason you have no self-worth.
You should know that I am gone
ABOUT ME WITH PHOTOS
I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE
Is there anyone real out there?
He loves us, he loves us not
A Visit From Lu Part 2
Nothing to be seen, nothing to be sewn
A micropoem about regret and anger
Perhaps if I had just lied about my feelings for him he’d still be here…
how many lies do you tell yourself when you lie awake in the bed at night? A poem.
A poem about what love isn’t
Love like his should be criminalized…
a narcissist never sleeps
A poem about sneakery and lying. Narcissism. Snakey habits.
A poem about narcissism and regrets. Emotional slavery.
PICTURE OF A PICTURE by @poeeternal I have a picture of a picture It was clear I wasn’t stricter I have a picture of her picture He’d still be here if I were richer It won’t be long & he will ditch her She’ll have a picture of his picture Bury her head deep intoContinue reading “Picture of a Picture”
Street lights are blinding Friends don’t need reminding Words are spellbinding If you try Why are you hiding Afraid of me lying The temperature now rising That sound is my battle cry Always denying Your words I’m not buying Left us all crying But I cannot be modified © Delia Ross. 2019