When will I be loved? I think I’m already a pretty darn loved and loving person, especially to my kids. Since when does fame equal love? No one needs to be famous to be loved. My kids’ love for (ordinary) me and my love for them is all I need.
Jelly Belly jelly beans
Gotta be Jelly Belly
Texture no other can beat
Flavors no other can beat
Bubble Gum, Tutti-Fruitti, Watermelon, Top Banana, Cotton Candy, 7UP
Oh how I miss you Caramel Apple
Get outta my box, Buttered Popcorn and Toasted Marshmallow
Bite um in half
Feeling flighty, fearful of failure, fixated and frustrated
Fragile, feeble, frantic, fragmented
Festering internal feuds
Faking it, feigning familiarity.
Fifty friendly smiles for me
Facilitating fixed faith
Fear fading, funk flickering
Fabulous family and friends
Featuring fortunate and fresh, flawless and fierce me
Fifty fulfilled smiles from me.