The Onion by C. Adams Fresh in it’s original state, crisp, tasteful, aromatic, and even soft to the touch, are words chosen to describe it. Just like you and I. Before used, broken, or cut, it’s potential full, it’s uses, virtually limitless. Just like you and I. Treatment, right or wrong, in the eyes of the user, can change and even destroy, its original state. Just like you and I. Now, dry, fragile and bitter Is how it can be found. Pressed on all sides, broken in pieces, and lost. Just like you and I. Yet, express themselves they do. Overpowering, and even overwhelmingly, at times. Still they manage to compliment their surroundings. Just like you and I. Some may like them, some may not, but useful, they manage too become. Tough on the outside, even mature in appearance. Just like you and I. Still, no matter what they do, in the end, its tears, pain and suffering they cause. Just like yo...
Some call me Coach, she calls me Momma, and hers calls me Granna, but He calls me Songbird. I have a song to sing, a story to tell, and occasionally a warning to share.