http://slow.writerscafe.org/mckenziejr The original writings of author jacimckenzie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776139006 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Blonde bombshell,Tall,Elegent,Thats not me.I am Jaci,Young,EnergeticBut shy,Book smart,But common sense,I'm screwed.I like to laughAnd people that make me laugh.I am meAnd I'm o.k with that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mckenziejr/620605/ What is this world?Why are we here?Where do we come from?The eyes that belong to me Do they see the same As the eyes that belong to you?What am i in yours?'cuz your beautiful in mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mckenziejr/620597/ Here's to sleeping till noon on the weekends.Here's to eazy.e the man we all know and love.Here's to my house,making me feel like true G.Here's to my super saoker,without himI could never be intertained.Here's to my dad,he is fabulous!Here's to warran G,that car has fullfi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mckenziejr/620588/ Drowning into warmfeathered luxury,calling me inwith it's soft, sweet feel.So hard to resist its pull.Feeling my body tire,my eyes closing.I want it so bad.I want to sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mckenziejr/619086/  The Atlantic,stole the last breathof the once warm bodies. The Titanic,why did they push the line?Not thinking,just pushing,pushing and pushinguntill stopped by the barracade of ice. Ice,covering the bodiesof the victumsof arragance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mckenziejr/619085/  The warm, coarse sand on the beach of the Pacific,the air so hot, it feels like a bite from the powerful jaws of a cougar.Even plants struggle to thrive in the city of Compton,trying to bring my garden back to life while using a hoe.The hard times of the city have left there scars on m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mckenziejr/618054/