are dying...and not just dying...they're being killed in depraved, evil, distorted ways...by people whose roles were to Protect them..when did we become this...when did we become so cold...and dark?When did we change?converted from the village that raised us all..to the singularity of suspecting all and sundry...Little girls..smiling potential and intelligence..charm and wit...our little boys..sharp and smart and knowledgeable...what happened ?what happened to us...and...
are dying...and not just dying...they're being killed in depraved, evil, distorted ways...by people whose roles were to Protect them..when did we become this...when did we become so cold...and dark?When did we change?converted from the village that raised us all..to the singularity of suspecting all and sundry...Little girls..smiling potential and intelligence..charm and wit...our little boys..sharp and smart and knowledgeable...what happened ?what happened to us...and...
True or not true? Slashed wrists and Hanging...hmm...SUNIL ALI, the man charged for the murder of eight-year-old Hope Arismandez, was found hanging in his cell at the Golden Grove Prison in Arouca shortly before 6.30 p.m. yesterday. (See Page 4)Prison sources said that Ali, 28, was found hanging from a line in the cell and bleeding from one of his wrists, which had...
You know when the wrong guy says the wrong thing at the WRONG TIME??Trying to hit on you ...and you feel like an animal in a CLAW trap...and you seriously think that you might gnaw your arm off to get get out or get away?Thinking of things you can do that will work ,...Like bash yourself in the head with a wine bottle...
I'm Better.... Manic Moment disappeared into the atmosphere like fog in the morning... Thank God..... *twirls around** ...
that I may be a candidate for therapy...I mean..i Know i process my emotions..and i Know what a psychiatrist will tell me my issues are... shit.. I know what my issues are... so i sure as hell can figure out what Technically I should do to fix them... but i CONTINUE to have the damn issues.. why don't I ever ask for help?...
When you feel you need help....even though in reality no one can really help you...who's the person that you Burden with that?Why did you choose them?Are you telling them because you feel you're obligated too?Or is it because you can unburden yourself with them and not feel guilty about it?Do they return the favor when they're in that same position? ...
That i went on a wonderful online shopping spree..i dont know where the money came from..but packages started arriving immediately..shoes and dresses and jeans and music and books..andthen i woke up..and i cant go back to sleep..steupsSucks ...
You can tell your Co- worker to haul she corbeaux ass out yuh office...with a smile on your face..leaving her utterly confused as to whether you just gave her a compliment or cussed her out..You can grumble all kinda obscenities under your breath and nobody could prove you cussing them..You can call them all kinda names on the phone with a nother trini...
sigh...i think i having a mid life crisis...haha...see...im good at my job...especially when i focus...my brain likes puzzles...my job is a constant one...figuring stuff out..and despite the fact that I'm currently MORE BROKE THAN I HAVE BEEN IN YEARS!!! sigh..the pay is good...and the benefits are excellent...BUTi keep thinking that i should not be doing this...Not the 9-5that i was born for other...
Sigh...soo ive done the laundry...personal maintenance [i.e picked every black head on my face...haha..]sorted the closet, re sorted my shoesread random blogs...downloaded musicsorted out my itunes...sigh..harassed every person who I thought would answer my texts...WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO NOW!!!this self imposed hermit life is driving me INSANE!!sighat least im rested ...
Machel Montano and David Rudder have penned the song "Oil and Music "that evokes a lot of emotion in me.I had an almost religious experience when I saw them perform at Madison Square Garden this year.The lyrics in particular resonate with me and at random moments i hold on to random lyrics that take me down different paths.In one of the ad libs...
ey gyul yuh thick like condense milk....should I be flattered?Sigh ...
..I LIKE NERDS!!! hahahahahback to your regular lives...[I think I'm still high from those beautiful pills the doctor gave me]Bubbling ToAin't Got No/I Got Life: Nina Simone ...
I think you can find a song to convey EVERY mood under the sun. Today's Mood..Hand in My Pocket...Alanis Morisette..I'm broke but I'm happyI'm poor but I'm kindI'm short but I'm healthy, yeahI'm high but I'm groundedI'm sane but I'm overwhelmedI'm lost but I'm hopeful babyWhat it all comes down toIs that everything's gonna be fine fine fineI've got one hand in my...
I don't think I have color issues. Haha.. well many...Ive been Married to White, and dated hues in between. I have friends of many races, who I sometimes FORGET what their ethnicity is.But sometimes, just sometimes...cause I'm too damn arrogant most days...haha...i feel the burden of the "Chocolate" Sister. [what you talking about.??..you not that dark...SHUT UP PEANUT GALLERY...I am...dont make me regress...
She was born into laughter.Not the hysterical laughter of fools, drunk on power, or position or ignorance.But laughter...deep and free, laughter borne of hope in spite of pain and loss, defiant of sorrow or misery, knowledgeable of the premise that there would be no smiles tomorrow; that tears would still come, and so happiness....this mirth, this joy was even more precious, more delightful,...
Forgive me this morning for the rant that bubbling in my chest....[ Names and specific situations have been removed to protect the innocent]I am a sinner. We all are. For us that believe in God, or lets say a higher being, we believe in the concept of living a life that respects our brothers and sisters, ourselves; that repents of our Slip ups...
A Doubles, at the perfect temperature, with the correct amount of pepper with the accurate consistency,A Random heckle from an anonymous stranger.."Ey Sweetness.." and that's all...no more harassment...no more words...just a smile...That moment right after you sip your first cup of coffee on a Monday morning..Jeans that fit both my hips and my waist...A psychic phone call from my mother at just that...
I’m possessedDon’t worry about meI know about itNo exorcism necessaryNo prayers for deliveranceI need themEvil imps crawl around behind my eyesWhispering names and accusationsAs they slink from region to region of the recessed brainLittle bright eyed devilsWhose eyes glint while I open my mouth to make casual conversation..Poison gas creeping out of their orifices and seeping out of my mouth with vapid hellosThey...
In my Mind are many rooms.Some I visit infrequently...forgetting they're there until I wander past and see them covered with cobwebs and demanding attention...A hidden me...content to be anonymous..and discarded..until needed again...[a sister been hitting that VINO too much huh???] ...
I want a VH1 Soul Kinda LoveAnd for us sisters who’ve been through the …“Yeah he scratches that itch” kinda love,,,The “Maybe I can change him” kinda love…or“I’ll just wait it out till Mr. Right comes” kinda love…Know exactly what I mean… I’m talking about when the video comes on…And the first few bars of the song already tell you…This SHIT will be...
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[for pbp]To survive…we must SEEK Joy..I didn’t say to live..To SURVIVE..We must Seek joy..Guard it Fiercely..We must CHOOSE to hope..CHOOSE TO HOPEChoose to hopeCause life can strip you of the ENERGYThe DESIRE..THE STRENGTHto HopeIt’s so easy to fall…To get pulled into the fathomless murky churning depths of DespairTo succumb to the swell ofBlack evil watersSurging past youSucking you into it..FALL ..It saysFall in…Let...
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i feel like...well...betrayed is harsh...but disappointed...because some one i assumed would defend me .in all situations ..and with all people...didnt..or rather alert me that i had offended..didnt..im not angry..just so..hurt..im not saying that my actions were the best either..they werent..but id like to think if the situation were reversed i would have spoken..if not to them...at least to me ...
That the man aint pay he dues...KISS ITTTTTTTTTTTT!!! ...
I want HERE!! ...i want here...GOD...i WANT HERE!!!!Love After LoveThe time will comewhen, with elationyou will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirrorand each will smile at the other's welcome,and say, sit here. Eat.You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heartto itself, to the stranger who has loved youall your life,...
