Childhood Whispers

As I hold my breath and watch you, you leave your seat and take flight. Like an angel returning to the Heavens, all I see is your light. How I wish I could fly one more time with you and tell you how sorry I am. I am sorry I failed you and your life was taken to soon. My heart won’t forget you. We will always have recess and you can meet me at the swings, ontop of the monkey bars where the lonely ol bluebird sings.

Authenticity

Compassion doesn’t work that way and life is supposed to love and heal. Imagine living back then only to find out that humans are even more grotesque than they have ever been before. We are stuck in this loop of working our fingers to the bone to fund our terrorists who are here right now dancing and laughing on holy soil with our brothers and sisters being the meal that replenishes the Earth. You have to change everything you have ever done before and stand tall in your own pile of sh*t. Are you truly authentic or are you living a life on display for others to appreciate and understand?

Unfriend, Block, Delete

When a friend waivers in being a good friend to me I have to lead them to pasture and I have to set them free. If a so called friend can betray you with the million of eyes that social media can bring I can close my two eyes and severe the tie that may be. I value my time and space and the people I hold dear. I am yet to regret anybody that has found themselves at the end of unfriend, block, delete.

Crack A Lack

We shouldn’t gravitate towards another’s pain, anguish or heartbreak. We are drawn to it in ways that makes us run towards it like a moth to a flame. Sometimes in life though the flame will combust so that everyone can see.

F*ck a Fake Friend

Oh gosh not literally. But every time I have a fight with one of those mentioned above I always hear these lyrics by Drake on repeat, “F*ck a fake friend, where your real friends at?We don’t like to do too much explainin’Story stayed the same, I never changed it.” What I love about these creatures…

Eye of the Beholder

My eyes are now focused on those that make their way in front of me. My reflection only  matters in their eyes no longer my own. Only I can truly know who I am on the inside for I am bestowed that pleasure. My work and focus now is to help others see the lady I have become and maybe in time help others find their way.

Domesticly Hunted

There are some cats that you just should never let out of the bag. You know secrets. Well not really secrets but factual knowledge that you aren’t privvy too. Facts that you probably shouldn’t have been searching for but it’s hard not to. Sometimes I wish I could just have bliss living in my own…

Mainstream Violence and the Ripple Effect

Violence has threee specific meanings as laid out in the Webster’s Dictionary: behavior involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something. strength of emotion or an unpleasant or destructive natural force. the unlawful exercise of physical force or intimidation by the exhibition of such force. By sheer defintion alone violence has…