CatdeMedici
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My beautiful darling--Mothers and daughters, good gawd as complex a relationship as--no-- none more complex--mothers and their daughters, a stranglehold that keeps many of us locked in a timewarp, a socio warp--wanting to please and yet knowing that to be us, we might not please. We cry in the night, mommy mommy please, I cannot be what you are, I am this thing, this creation, this, this, this thing mommy-and yet mommy, you have to set me free, you have to smile, nod and let me know, its all ok, that no matter what, you will always smile at me, you will always hug me--mommy mommy, I hang my head and clench my fists, mommy to be what I am, means you have not failed--as you sat and whispered that I should be more than what is predicted---mommy, I could not be what I am with out you.
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I am the Cat, holder of the whip and chair. "Let's see-whips, dips, chains, chips, yep sounds like a party to Me!"
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