I don’t know when, or why, But the time came, When the mirror stopped hating me. The fear that I won’t live up to the face. Jumps onto my mind, like pollen from a spitting flower I hope it doesn’t stick, Because I have allergies.
Tag Archives: Identity
For the longest time I lost part of myself. And it doesn’t matter why, now. I never thought about getting it back Because I am grateful just to have peace. Grateful for laughter amid a world of stress. Busy flexing my flexibility muscles. And, after a time of mourning, The life I have is enough.Continue reading “Closer”
I want to change the way The worst of us is viewed, Or those with that label. So that we can strengthen our nation. Instead of wasting humanity, But, asking me, to tell you in 500 words. Is a joke. I want to be a catalyst and I will likely die, Before the work isContinue reading “Articulate”
Peace of Me
The things that make me peaceful, The music I sing along with in the morning, The stories and poems, My love of letters Passion for kids Gardening and swimming. Every moment I find peace I am able to give the best piece of me To the world
At The Edge
Privileged by my color, Condemned by my body. Trying to get beyond trauma Hope like whiplash. All to aware of what I am, While who I am is moving toward the extremes of who I want to be. Redefining expectations So that where I go is no longer at the extreme. Let it be extremelyContinue reading “At The Edge”
I am not. I like to respond to everything, Even if you are trying to wrap up our conversation. I have to work to avoid judgment, And I work hard. I am competitive, To my own detriment. I feel to the extreme. And am invested. An idealist, And angry at the injustices I see. But,Continue reading “Squeaky Clean”
A Life in Song
If my life had a sound track, It would include, Dolly Parton’s PMS blues, Every song in Shania Twain’s discography, because my identity is intertwined with every single song. Add in 2010s+ P!nk , because my brain thinks that way too. A little feel good, “daisies” + the man.” You’ve got my life’s movie soundtrack,Continue reading “A Life in Song”
Why Sooooo Serious?
I promise I am not, as they say, a tight-ass, a snob, or tooo much of a jerk. I laugh hard enough to fall to the floor. In fact, I am known locally as the sincerest of optimists. “How can you be so upbeat when you…?” I get this question all the time. And theContinue reading “Why Sooooo Serious?”
I recently realized that some of the feedback I’ve gotten (repeatedly) on Sickybeat is seriously bothering me. So much so that I have not stopped thinking about it since the last time my “Reader Zero” repeated it. I was stewing over the fact that this feedback was more based on her stylistic preference, which IContinue reading “Correlating Change”
Do You Ever Want To…
There is one useful thing about being a sociopath: not giving a darn after they get what they want about how it hurts anyone else. I don’t recommend trying to become one yourself, because eventually they become isolated by burning bridges and/or imprisonment and/or related mental decline. But it would be nice to not careContinue reading “Do You Ever Want To…”