Here I am...again!
Truth fears...nothing!!!
Sunday, November 11, 2012
What do I want to be when I grow up?
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
I was cleaning and found some songs that my BFF from high school and I wrote. Even many moons ago music was in my heart and I thought one day Mary J. or Mariah would sing one of my songs... so I wanted to share one of them I am not sure of the exact year but I was about 17 when I wrote this (I think) and I used the word I or I'll many times, even then I thought I could be superwoman in a relationship...
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Today is the 23rd and I felt like writing but couldn't think of what I wanted to write so I picked 23 things people do not know about me...
I am seriously a hopeless romantic. Sappy love stories make me smile on the inside even if I look hard on the outside.
I opened my car door and hit the car next to me by mistake and left a small mark...four days ago, and I am pretty sure I said “hello” to the woman whose car it was as she left the post office.
When I say something, then walk away and hear laughing, I think people are laughing at me.
There are people I am only nice to because I do not want to be alone.
I do not like stupid conversations with stupid people. It makes me extremely angry.
I have been so exhausted in the morning that I secretly wish I would fall just so I do not have to keep running during PT (Phsyical Training for you civilians).
I feel ashamed when I drink alcohol around my daughter, for some reason I feel like she is judging me.
Sometimes when I am making lunch for myself, I do not want to because I do not feel like making lunch for anyone else.
I am terrified that having a baby will change my marriage.
I do not feel good about being part of a process that changes the future of a soldier forever.
I HATE going to baby showers (I love you moms).
If people around me are not happy it has a profound effect on me.
I love little people so much because they are brutally honest and adult are usually liars.
In some ways I feel like when Rev Williams spoke the words to us, “you will never be blessed”, it worked.
I am so competitive at times I do not care who loses.
I do not think my husband likes doing photo shoots with me.
I have started about five books and haven’t finished reading any of them.
I want to write music.
I care about what happens to people, even if I cannot stand them.
I think that people that post on Facebook, Twitter or any form of social media all day long are extremely annoying.
I wish I had given birth to Mecca Gordon.
I have so many clothes that I look at pictures and do not know where certain items are or even remember having them.
I am terrified about starting over again...
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Monday, June 20, 2011
Black and Mild
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Remember Me...
Remember me? I am the one you promised to love and cherish
It’s me who inspired two hundred love letters in one year
The one for whom you vowed to perish
Did you forget that I am the one who faithfully waited for you
I am still here, the one who would go down for you
Remember me? The one who bled for you
Did you forget the promises the promises made to me
Did you seek to drain me dry and test your lies
I am clean of trust and dirty from the pain
I remember the dream of you and me
Remember me? I am the one you lied to
It’s me, not the one who you desired
The one for whom you broke in her moment of need
Did you forget that I am the one who breathes for you
Remember me, for you I will die everyday
Remember this... on my knees, drunk from envy and unclean from her touch
Remember me? The one in the cold with you
Did you forget the promises the promises made to me
Did you seek to drain me dry and test your lies
I am clean of trust and dirty from the pain
I remember the dream of you and me
It has always been me, here testing the theory of perfection
trusting that God will make us whole
Remember me, “black love”
Remember me, my first oral fixation
I am here where are you?
Why wont you love me...the way I need to be loved?
Remember me?