The Rita Side

I long to be different I yearn to matter To be much more than a pretty face Or a trophy at the end of the Chase I'd hate to be anyone's prize To be gifted as a fool's entitlement My mouth is made to bring about a legacy And not to send a man to the peak of ecstasy I've always hated the spotlight Never been good with cameras But my name, I will kill to uphold For one's reputation means more than gold Still I dream to be that woman Without whom he can do nothing With my body, I will drive him over a cliff And my heart in hard times will bring relief (You know how poetry is not really my thing, but 😆😆) Coming soon is #diaryofawhitecoatwannabe. It's going to be the uncensored version of a medical student's experience in a hospital and how she (me obviously) faces death and life and everything inbetween.

Dina twisted her full hair and watched as a few drops of water dripped down her hand and to the floor. It had finally stopped pouring. Unfortunately, the drizzling had refused to end. She looked down at her white shirt and grey jeans. Her shirt had become transparent and she could clearly see the pink lacy bra which she had put on after her afternoon shower. She had dressed carefully before leaving her house. Her shirt had been crisply ironed and her jeans hugged her trim thighs like a second skin. Her black heeled sandals had compensated for the height that she greatly lacked.  Her two brothers were both nearly six feet, but she had been sentenced to the 5'4 category for life. She hated it, but she had bigger problems at the moment. Her shirt was ruined and the contents of her bag lay on the wet floor as she scrambled through it for Jack's spare keys. Her keys actually.  Jack had asked her to move in with him last week and she had said yes. Still, she could not get herself to...