I, A Woman. Am Pretty Much Sick of Your Shit

I am a woman. I am a mother, a lover, an artist and an author. I am beautiful…as the world says you should be and just in general. I have large breasts, a small waist, large hips and a fairly nice sized back side and long legs. My skin is the color of caramel or…

Dug Myself Out

It is said that choices do not define who we are. I beg to differ. If you chose to hate another race for no legitimate reason-you’re a racist. If you chose to eat yourself in weight, not work out, or do anything with your life-you’ll become obese with a slew of other complications. If you…

As Far As They Know

I have come a long way. A year isn’t much unless you’ve struggled. I went from being on top…to scraping at the bottom of a barrel. From being in love, to loathing the flesh of one human being. Now I see myself rising from the ashes. My never ending efforts to obtain finishing ANYTHING has…

Highlighted and Underlined

Progress- It is a subject often blurbed about on this blog. Mind you…even waking up to charge my tablet and phone is a struggle…especially with being a single mother. My motivation has been displaced so much…anyone else would have given up. Why do I say this with such assurity? I’ve seen it happen. Things become…

Breathe Your Air

Can I just breathe your air? Even when you’re not here. Dry away these tears. Chase away my fears. Say you understand. And always be my man. Can I keep your love? Sometimes I feel its just enough. To keep me through this life. To heal and guide me through my strife. Can just stay…