Reconcilable Differences Part 3

The Other Woman “The other woman finds time to manicure her nails; the other woman is perfect where her rival fails.  And she’s never seen with pin curls in her hair…  And when her old man comes to call, He’ll find her waiting like a lonesome queen.  ’cause when she’s by his side it’s such a change from her old routine.  ”  Nina Simone   When I was younger I absolutely  fell in love with Nina Simone’s music.  I would sit quietly on this plastic covered couch trying my hardest not to scratch or get caught playing my grandmother’s records.  … Continue reading Reconcilable Differences Part 3

Empty

E  m  p  t  y Was all I felt. I focused on my success. That’s it. I needed a better job. Now I could impress the best of them with my resume. But would give it all up To feel set free.   So I changed my focus to my home Maybe if I owned my own. That would help I just knew it would… Yet I came home and I still felt alone   Longing, each day seemed so lonely. All these people around me. Each one telling me they know what’s best. I was being pulled in so … Continue reading Empty

Soapbox Wednesdays: Get Out My Way Woman….I Got People to Prove Wrong!!

On a good day some would call me an extrovert; I truly do have strong opinions on almost every topic.  I guess it comes from researching and reading a lot.  I will not claim to know it all by far but I’m an information junkie.  So when I hear things and they don’t make sense to me or are emotion driven…I don’t get offended nor do I argue any longer; I’ve outgrown that reaction.  Plus, now I have this blog to express my opinions and give others a chance to question theirs.  We have “Old Skool Thursdays” and now I … Continue reading Soapbox Wednesdays: Get Out My Way Woman….I Got People to Prove Wrong!!

Desperate

A desperate attempt to make poetry out of you. We greet each other like strangers. We have nothing to discuss, outside of what happened to us. Tired of discussions that turn into arguments “about what was done right and what was done wrong.” We barely speak or see each other as “home.” I promise you that I have searched             and searched all night trying to recall the words I used to describe you             when we first met. Believing that maybe those words would help me get      that feeling of love back. I questioned how             I framed … Continue reading Desperate

Picking Up The Pieces

Picking Up The Pieces I looked in those big brown eyes, they were just so beautiful! The hands that you placed over mine showed me you were a man.  I believed every word you spoke; you were really that fine. Told stories to my friends about how you made me feel just by being around. It may have sound like bragging but that was never my intent. I really just couldn’t help myself; in my heart I just knew that I would always be your girl. I looked at your smile. It was so full, but it fooled us all. … Continue reading Picking Up The Pieces