He Was With Me

It’s so freeing to be free. Free from the anger, the angst, the drama, the hoopla, the confusion, the lies, and the noise. It’s so freeing to be free from the worries, the bondage, and the chains that bound me to him. It’s so freeing to be free from the loneliness I felt when I …

So, Mr Thief. It’s like that? Is it really like that? You did all that you did and you did it for many, many years and yet, years later . . . you’re still pissed. Really? No eye contact with me? No acknowledgement of my existence? What? I’m not worth it? I’m not worth your …

I’m not pining. I’m just sayin’. . . he couldn’t be what he should’ve been. he couldn’t be faithful be honest be interested be trustworthy be a terrific dad be dependable be a great husband be romantic be a real man be respectful be in love with me alone keep his pants on he couldn’t …

One day we’ll all walk in harmony together. Everyone will be kind and generous to one another. One day there will be no I and me . . . just us. All of us. One day we’ll have no mass shootings, terrorism, wars, racism, classism, sexism, colorism, culturism. One day it won’t matter who is …

This spot that I’m in right now? This exact spot? Not catching me here next year. I’m stepping out. I’m moving on to newer and better heights. I’m starting now because if I don’t, this same spot that I’m in right now . . . this old, dried up, stale spot? I’ll still be in …

I don’t know about you, but I’m a hot mess. A sticky, gooey, drippy, don’t know which way is up, thick caramel, hot mess. Some days I’m messier than others and I tend resemble a baby eating peas and carrots for the first time. Other days I’m neat and tidy, like I just walked out …

Soooo. . . you know how I’ve mentioned there are two realms that we live in? The natural and the supernatural? One we see every day here on earth in the natural with our very own eyes right in front of us where we have to work and go to school and interact with people …

Fear sucks. She and I have known each other for a while now. Acquaintances only, though. Not friends. She’s a bully. A con artist. She whispers lies in my ears, lies she wants me to believe. And I believe them. Sometimes, when I’m low, I invite her in. She comes over and makes herself at …

So. Did you do it? Did you kick satan and his posse out of YOUR house? Did you open YOUR front door REALLY wide and escort them out, into the depths of hell, and into all dry places, NEVER to return EVER again? Did you send them all packing and forbid them from EVER coming …

So Mr Man . . . explain to me how we’re all in this life together, yet you just want to bring some of us down. We’re all struggling to obtain the same basic needs, but somehow you think your needs are more important than everyone else’s? We just want food, shelter, and clothing, you …