One never knows whom one is going to meet
On the way to the ballet
Or to the grocery store....
I once took a class
Just for exercise
The ladies got together
And decided to add extra elements
Such as a performance
Required was an actual test
And a technique test
I was taking a ballet dance class
At the age of 35 in order to stay limber
Not to get on stage and wow
Anyone at all
But these women were professional's
I was not ugly just not skinny
I had been a well developed
Young adult who had performed
At various things including dance
On stage before I was 25
And I got paid for it!
I only did what was required
Because I saw no reason to reveal myself
To them, but watched others make fools of themselves
I had been there and done that
Dance camp is not an easy thing
Nor is an Olympic gymnastics camp
Anyways it was just another thing
In my life that could not be predicted
Why are there so many mean and cruel
People in the World?
My mother had dementia
And was doing crazy things
They told me to put her in a group exercise
So she could adjust to her life over 50
She did not adjust nor admit she was over 50
She took off her swimsuit in front of the whole class
Actually Jimmy took it off in the parking lot
He was not supposed to be there
But he had to know what we were doing
He made fun of her and made took it off of her
I had don't that with him as well
When I was younger
His fingers would not stay off
My outfits until his real daddy
Found out and had him in a mental place
So he could come back on his show
He never did what his real daddy wanted
Nor did my mother understand
Anything at all towards the end of her life.
Frustrating, I had been promised
But Uncles and cousins don't know
To make promises they can't keep
No matter how hard one works
You can't make them like you
When all hell breaks loose
Behind your back
For instance, my father complained
One day as to why I was not living
In Spain with my Prince.
I had meet the young man before
His father was King
And they were as poor as church mice
But I had no idea what he was talking about
It turns out that a girl would get on the phone
And ask him for money to be sent to Spain
Because she needed to live according
To their new lifestyle
And she believed she was going to marry
The Prince of Spain
I had been through a lot by this time
Embarrassment on both sides
When one shows up where one
Is not expected
And find out that the stories
Are not true or have been
Elaborated by others
In the end, my father
And I took a trip to Spain
Where we were able to speak
To those people
Who were upset that
They thought we were
Using extortion on them
Only to find them
Hiring someone to investigate
And low and behold
Demi of all people
Was pretending to be me on the phone
She would make the call
And wait till my father would
Deposit money in a wire service
And then go and stop the wire
Collecting the money for herself
As well as that group of women
Led by Suzie and Betty
My father died heart broken
And bent towards a world
He did not understand
He had never been too proud
But had lived according to his family
Who did have some money and land
But were not Rockefellers
Nor Kennedys
Although they did have connections.
My own life has been miserable
The story of the nutcracker
Of the uncle bringing a gift
For the young girl to enjoy
The once-a-year party
She is allowed to attend
Even though there is obviously
Someone fuming in the background
In my case, my mother could not allow
Anything at all because of her promises
And then died with no one at all
There except me out of respect
For my religion which put me out
And her relatives, none of whom
Have thanked me for taking care of her
Instead I have been abandoned
Or propped up so they could
Play at being nice
But they always take the presents
And the clothes or money
At the end of the teatime event
Just as in the ballet
The young girl falles in lvoe
With her Nutcracker
He is her hereo
He is going to save her
In the end, she must go back to high tower
While others get to enjoy the treates
And presents that were provided
But not for her to keep
Only in her dreams
Is she allowed to own the one present
She wants and then mean aunt candy
Comes in with hot coco to end that as well
Not even allowed to dream much less remember
A Broken arrow is my nutcracker
Once so handsome
Willing to fight any war
And now laying there dripping
Not in fear but frustration
He was going to at least protect
But instead, she had been taken away
And hidden from her own world
Meanwhile they sit and watch
Enjoying all the harm they have inflicted
Just because they could
No other reason
This group of women
Who wanted to get even
With a woman who was on the radio
And her young innocent daughter
Who became the mother from hell
While these non biological children
Demand they are going to make me
Believe I gave birth to them
Instead of decapitating them
Broken hearted that is all life
Has to offer me is the Velveeta
Loving black daughter of Rebecca Debrone
Who lived in San Rafeal with her
Before getting to go to London
Where she left Lorraine behind
Who is now completely delusional
Watching her on tv disk every person
Who dares to stand before her
As if she is the only good cook
Is so much Rebecca
In a Hand Rocks a cradle
And now has no idea
Where her little mistake
Went because of course
She has no bad days
As long as this world goes on
There will always be little girls
Who believe in the Nutcracker coming to the rescue
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