When shall I speak?
When shall I listen?
Label(er) anti-label
How long can this go on?

Like a traveler’s box
I wore them well and proud
With a wince I questioned;
I cried out very loud.

I wore them; as you said;
Shaken and stirred
as my own I put them on

Dark matter 

I am raped
I am blame
I ask help
I am weak

I get sick
I am creator
I speak
I am demanding

I am a whiner
I am a b$%ch
I am a diva
I am a victim

I am a person
I am human

What’s in a label?
if merely to
separate you and me.

I write the drawn oppositions.
I reach in ink and charcoal dust.
I lay down my burdens to paper.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

*lay down your burdens, 60″ x 48″, charcoal, ink, pigment, graphite, paper, ©CKS, 2013-14