Never knew from the looks of it you would have thought this red stiff neck flew in from outer space. Quite the opposite. Very well-loaned ups, and down to earth as gravity. A drifter not by choice but of circumstances’. How to repay the universe for someone who went forth as a sacrifice for the ones who rejected we? To her internal conscious it gelt like no reguard for human life, There was quite a bit of clutter that was centered around her. Was she really that sharpshooter?



Or did she know when to roll out? So many times it felt like the end… Many on top of many she should have been killed or bought. Washing, walking down a dirt road. Unknowingly pushing herself through the air. There this elicit group to push her back into the world to be thrown. Rumors of pre-K, aka, PK. Took hostage the night before guardianship. Separated for the lack of sense they didn’t speak to each other again for years. The smith, and Wesson was covered once, and it nearly broke PKs back.  Once last round up before the walls fell in. She tried to detag herself. Some impaction she spread like the clap.Not a bad figure, just a bad figure, but she was lost in a woman. Good form with not a bad figure.



She traveled by night of the southwest airline. Charter communications which reflector that those she rode with did not know that the power she possessed was greater than the power of the world. Yes, she found trouble, and terrors from her past.  Someone that looked like anyone could have remained attached to the spirit of the sky. Flight by night changed the souls of the souls she surrounded her too.

She blown off course, and destination with magic arts, and tricks. People tried to dilute her. The fire in her burned to her core. The spirit that dwelled in her did works that the world refused to open their eyes to. Wind blew in sounds of trumpet trombones. It scared ‘they’ when she was going forth without backing down. She had a universal set of cuffs that she tried to run from, but she only went so far…



She could lift people up, or cut them with her words. She excelled in giving people the other side of her when she was running. The offender in question of her moral stability. It was definitely not in tack with the others around her. Was she not the one  who was called out in the middle of the night to meet in the road? She sharpened the edges of those who crossed her path. So little, but strong might. ITA was notions that made her infamous the blessings come with a sting. Painted a portrait that all she prepared for the awning. Comes with a price-tag from a word to the wise.  Grown folk talk over the fat cat whaling over a heart attack.

Scoops of essence leave a trace! Intimate! Conversations to bring the new worth. They left their mark on here too. It’s a give, and take absolution. A lot of jealousy rigged the gen pop. The undocumented tale that made her merge classic was not tolerant. A lot of imitators. Came to step up. No one does it like a grace covered legend. That drive, and hard covered her the whole time. She was also a dealer of cards, and evened out with making houses out of them. To serve an invincible shade that  is bigger that you. Laid tiny glass figures was meant to live in for the long road to the saints here. She moved at her own pave sets standards by not settling for less.



In her darkest moments she knew she was worth more than rubies and pearls. When she got over being stressed that was final. She gave up those who carried! She erased scars of those who carried them like demons. To service an invencible shade that is bigger than you. Layed her life down to become a mitochondria of a healing source. A calling that is bigger than you. Past performance is a great light to the future, and you could be a come a long.

RIP cbh