Universal Momma Bear
Hollywood whined in the background of my recording because he wanted momma’s attention. I petted him and cooked an egg to add to his food that he let sit and hadn’t eaten yet. And yay he ate his food all gone! That’s my baby boy.
Im already a mom, a universal mom, a nurturer, much like Mother Earth or Mother Goose. Ive got the mom life without having my own biological children. Ive also got the most beautiful fur son I could ever ask for.
I didn’t have voice back then, and I now I do. Not to mention I’m pretty sure I have a high functioning form of autism, so I’ve always come off as different maybe even a little eccentric at times compared to cookie cutter shapes.
Dreaming reality and feeling the deep well of what’s been fed to me. It comes out. It can’t hold back. My voice, although it may tremble is a strong force of reason mixed with insanity. No matter how much the vulnerability scares me. This is my plea.
Why? Because didn’t you hear? I’m weird.