I stood still Invisibly quiet A bystander A witness To an atmosphere Gaining tension Not me, no way It wouldn’t be me Tipping the scale The precarious needle Into the red territory Crimson delicacy Marking danger Overloaded Overheated Over the limit Voices were angry And so very loud Eyes were enraged Focused and wide Yet…
The smooth surface feels like glass Pressed hard against my wet cheek Shapes dancing just inside memories Behind curtains of shame and regret I see shifting blurs race to and fro Dripping down the canvas of yesterday Stripes that don’t last, or change Bright spots that linger when you blink Peeling itself off the tapestry, alive…
May is Mental Health Awarness month. I suffer from anxiety and depression. Many people do. I imagine many mental illnesses require the same if not more attention than depression does. It is exhausting always having to search yourself for motive and intention. It isn’t easy to separate rational ideas and expectations from irrational ones. Reality…
Pulls out my two cents to share… I want to teach my daughter to take care of herself. I don’t want her to have the false sense of security that some laws tend to create. Trust me… being a victim of date rape I want to teach my daughter how to stay safe. Don’t go…
My #BeReal guest today is Katie Bingham-Smith. I just yelled at my son. I am not wearing makeup, I am not dressed. My house is peppered with Lego pieces, folded laundry and forts made from pillows and blankets. I ate too much pizza and I am crabby. This is me being real, right now.…
Please welcome today’s #BeReal guest, Fat Bottom Girl. The load of shame I carry on a daily basis weighs me down. I wish I could tell you when I picked up this particular baggage, but I cannot. I’ve carried it so long, that it’s become a part of me; melded into my marrow. My shame…
Voodoo cursed And jury tried Condemned For her humanity Her lips sewn With wooden vines Cross stitched Haphazardly through Previous scars And healing scabs Keep those emotions Those hard feelings To yourself they said As they sentenced them Forever imprisoned Inside a fleshy tomb To rot and decay Inside her fucked up brain
I talked to you yesterday Even though you’re not here I talked to you again today And I will tomorrow too You always had this way Of just… Listening With your eyes With your smile With your heart You had this quiet way And I hope you don’t mind But I am going to keep…
A SONG THAT YOU HAVE DANCED TO WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND A few years ago I was in Tulsa, OK for a concert. “It’s Keisha, Hasty, not Quiche- Ah” R corrected me. I never could remember how to pronounce her name. We actually found ourselves standing in line for this concert twice because the first…
A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF YOUR MOST RECENT EX-BOYFRIEND Considering that my last boyfriend was OVER a quarter of a century in an age far far far far far far away; I will change the wording of this challenge to: the most memorable song reminding me of AN ex. I have decided to…
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