Three Dollars, or Best Offer

Three Dollars, or Best Offer

Money is the root of all evil, no that’s not true, it just makes us see the truth. Three dollars for me to fit in and lock away my thoughts and keep them chained in; it’s easier to not stand out and blend in and pick apart all my sentences in the way I arranged them. 

To get the best offer I need to fit into the picture so instead they want to switch out ingredients to create a different mixture; mixed in a bowl with a spoon in hand, yet they don’t want you to know their secrets because it’s all apart of the plan. So excuse if I don’t sound chipper because they beat my ideas down until they have an involuntary seizure and wring them out into a pitcher and drink them simply because they think I should be them instead of myself.

No offer has been the best or even in the ball park, so instead I’ll choose to leave my own mark. Three dollars… I guess that was suppose to make me holla, but soon you realized that I’m in a league of my own in a different type of scholar. So three strikes you’re out and so there’s no homers because I’ve only just begun.

You see, writing is fun for me and being able to make words come to life and give them personality and bring emotions to the people that thought it couldn’t be. So I’ll leave this at the table, I don’t do well with labels, so allow me to put you to sleep like a baby in a cradle. I’ve always been able; sorry you didn’t have faith and put a bid in on the gamble.

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[Betty Hermelee]

The truth is that money doesn't make us the person who we came to be; If we only have three dollars in our pocket, we can still hold our heads up high and not be controlled or swayed or broken by those who have much more; Happiness is the prelude to life, to live in truth and enjoy.
Best, B