6. Cringed Kisses

May 30

VERSE 1
Momma kissed the dogs on the mouth —
let their tongues clean her face.
But when she kissed me, her lips tightened.
I felt the cringe before I felt her skin.
The dogs got the soft that she never gave us kids.
I got the duty. The quick peck. The push away as she'd say: "Have a good day."

PRE-CHORUS
I was jealous of an animal — and how she'd never kiss me that way.

CHORUS
Momma cringed when she kissed me.
It was Daddy's rule — never sleep or leave without a hug, kiss, and always say "I love you."
She complied. Her lips: a tight fist.
Just a mother's duty kiss.
Cringed kisses — cringed when she kissed me.

VERSE
Daddy pointed it out to me, how she kissed them so tenderly.
I wanted in. She wanted out.
Her face softened when she held the dogs.
Smiled at them, the way I longed for.
I felt like a toad, and the dogs were her kids.

PRE-CHORUS
I was jealous of an animal — and how she'd never kiss me that way.

OUTRO
Dogs got her lips.
I got her cringe.

Loui crow

This is a record of becoming.

I make music, practice mirror work, somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself.

I talk through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

I follow what supports me staying here — language, ritual, gentleness, curiosity.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that the body listens to language and that focus shapes experience.

Nothing here asks belief.

I share what I am learning as I go in case anyone resonates.

I leave breadcrumbs.

Take what feeds you.

Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.

You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com

6. Cringed Kisses

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