Tomorrow, I am wearing my Barbie Doll faces 
and my body is curving, in all the right places 
I am competent, slim, elegant and tall 
I'm breaking young hearts, of men who fall. 
* 
Tomorrow I am worldly and famous with riches 
I beat "Joan Colins", as the queen of bitches 
I am dripping diamonds in a field of rocks 
and leaving eyes hungry and open in shock 
* 
Tomorrow I am lavishly gifted, in arts and demure 
With a grand mansion of gold, by the oceans shore 
I am soaring across the celestial dimension 
winging my way, as 007's intention 
* 
Tomorrow I have come to him bearing a bud 
and he, words so eloquent, in language of love 
Alas, blurred awakening, my senses are numb 
Woefully aware, Tomorrow, never will come! 
* 
Terri A Hateley © Oct. 24 1998 
 

He took all of my emotions away 
He said it was for my own good 
Depression is a major killer today 

After all, learnt his truth is to relay 
So I do as I'm told, I suppose I should 
He took all of my emotions away 

Emotionless life is a stranger way 
I cannot cry or sigh, I wish I could 
Depression is a major killer today 

Strolling in a trance from day to day 
Glassy eyed, a brain built like wood 
He took all of my emotions away 

No more fun or games can I play 
Life from a plastic bottle isn't good 
Depression is a major killer today 

I feel so numb, my reactions delay 
It's Doc's fault. I am not understood 
He took all of my emotions away 
Depression is a major killer today. 

Terri A Hateley © Nov. 19. 1998 

 I am Mother Nature's creation 
 I am made up of gasses, minerals and nations 
 I have served mankind for many years and 
 I too, have troubles, frustration's and fears. 
 ~*~ 
I feel pain, when a 'For Sale' sign is hammered into my soil 
 I cry out when a hole is dug, by those who toil 
 I shriek when a bomb makes a new crater 
 I choke when a fire is lit by a traitor. 
~*~ 
 I feel pain, when you drive over me with a truck and a car 
 I gasp for air under concrete and tar 
 I weep when I bathe in foul water, that's soggy 
 I sigh when a tree is cut, like a limb from a body. 
 ~*~ 
 I feel pain, when weighed down by buildings too tall 
 I howl when you take from me, my life's resources, all 
 I smell strongly, my doom, is beckoning 
 I'll vent my revenge one day, then man can study this reckoning! 
~*~ 
Terri A Hateley © Sept 16. 1998