Actress Jena Malone HD Photos and Wallpapers October 2024

I didn’t like their eyes on me The older boys But I still played their kissing games in the dark of the laundry mat We, the unmothered, were an army fighting against ourselves Small , practicing defiance Some games turned violent. My head pushed against the wall Knees burned from the ancient carpet In the hallways where We dog piled til death 5 condominiums of feral children Two dirt stained pools A field of aspen Off a dead end road that could lead to the lake If you knew , you knew I refused to brush my hair Standing 4 foot 2 In my jelly half heels in the middle of winter We barely ate breakfast indoors Kitchen counter thieves Traded oranges And plastic bags of koolaid With the edges knawed off Feeding My girlhood rage My mouth stained Spare change From the sidewalk gutters And my older brothers closet Scavenged For the lady who sold candy From her second story apartment Pan dulce Sunday’s sometimes I went so hungry I would hallucinate skeletons dancing in the dimly lit stairways. …… to be continued… need a space to write these remembering’s down.

I didn’t like their eyes on me The older boys But I still played their kissing games in the dark of the laundry mat We, the unmothered, were an army fighting against ourselves Small , practicing defiance Some games turned violent. My head pushed against the wall Knees burned from the ancient carpet In the hallways where We dog piled til death 5 condominiums of feral children Two dirt stained pools A field of aspen Off a dead end road that could lead to the lake If you knew , you knew I refused to brush my hair Standing 4 foot 2 In my jelly half heels in the middle of winter We barely ate breakfast indoors Kitchen counter thieves Traded oranges And plastic bags of koolaid With the edges knawed off Feeding My girlhood rage My mouth stained Spare change From the sidewalk gutters And my older brothers closet Scavenged For the lady who sold candy From her second story apartment Pan dulce Sunday’s sometimes I went so hungry I would hallucinate skeletons dancing in the dimly lit stairways. …… to be continued… need a space to write these remembering’s down.

I didn’t like their eyes on me The older boys But I still played their kissing games in the dark of the laundry mat We, the unmothered, were an army fighting against ourselves Small , practicing defiance Some games turned violent. My head pushed against the wall Knees burned from the ancient carpet In the hallways where We dog piled til death 5 condominiums of feral children Two dirt stained pools A field of aspen Off a dead end road that could lead to the lake If you knew , you knew I refused to brush my hair Standing 4 foot 2 In my jelly half heels in the middle of winter We barely ate breakfast indoors Kitchen counter thieves Traded oranges And plastic bags of koolaid With the edges knawed off Feeding My girlhood rage My mouth stained Spare change From the sidewalk gutters And my older brothers closet Scavenged For the lady who sold candy From her second story apartment Pan dulce Sunday’s sometimes I went so hungry I would hallucinate skeletons dancing in the dimly lit stairways. …… to be continued… need a space to write these remembering’s down.

He takes And I lay down I plan And hurry He lays the groundwork And I manage the spills The routine Is ours A game I started long ago He now leads with I pull back And watch him run wild With his own Inner disciplines “ this is beautiful mama” A small thank you for a snack plate “This is hard “ A crumple moment in the sand “ we can do hard things together babe “ A life Of trying Together Our Practice space for the long road ahead

He takes And I lay down I plan And hurry He lays the groundwork And I manage the spills The routine Is ours A game I started long ago He now leads with I pull back And watch him run wild With his own Inner disciplines “ this is beautiful mama” A small thank you for a snack plate “This is hard “ A crumple moment in the sand “ we can do hard things together babe “ A life Of trying Together Our Practice space for the long road ahead

He takes And I lay down I plan And hurry He lays the groundwork And I manage the spills The routine Is ours A game I started long ago He now leads with I pull back And watch him run wild With his own Inner disciplines “ this is beautiful mama” A small thank you for a snack plate “This is hard “ A crumple moment in the sand “ we can do hard things together babe “ A life Of trying Together Our Practice space for the long road ahead