To Leave Or Not To Leave
…That is the question. I have been house hunting in earnest since my most recent ‘run in’ with my gem of a mother and I have found something I quite like, but I am sick to my stomach with nervousness. Should I really take this leap? The thought of independence is … Continue reading
My Gem of a Mother
I am “a John Crow, shit house piece of shit who is good for nothing.” I will deserve to be… I am “a john crow, piece of shit, shit house who is good for nothing, who men will beat [to smithereens and I will deserve it].” I am “a john crow, … Continue reading
Cotton Candy and Blood
“Cotton Candy. Pink Pop Corn…and, and unicorns!” Giggles floated on the wind. Margy smiled at her sweet girl galloping beneath the bright pink blossoms. Her flesh, her blood. Her pride, her joy. She wondered at the wonderment in her eyes. And wished she could hide herself in the fairytales of … Continue reading
A Homeless Mind
Nothing makes sense. Everything is awry in my head. Blech. Cue belch. Ugh! Phew! I just spat out melted day old cheese. … That smell… My whole world thinks I’m repugnant. I teared. Who cares? Not the million people who pass me by daily… ‘cept for a few little kids whose … Continue reading
What is truth?
Crabs in a barrel… Black man holding black man back, Or probably not. Brotherhood. Sisterhood. Emperor. Empress. Kinship insulating. Random ramblings, From a mind not working, According to a standard; A standard set by man. The truth on its head passed by a million times. The man on the street … Continue reading
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