For years I’ve been unable to merely go the bathroom and wipe my ASS without letting someone know my plans. My grandbaby even a few years ago would pull the shower curtain back when I was in it, like Norman Bates in a scene straight out of the movie “Psycho”, just to ask me “nana, what you doing?”.
Her smile, when she smiles the world feels like a better place to those who are privy to it
I have no Inkling where this came from, but I rolled over in the middle of the night, and penned it.
Let’s keep it “Trill” for a moment, shall we?
As a black woman, I’m expected to be pretty, not just pretty but flawlessly so. Lest someone better come along and take my man.
Can we go back to sitting outside in the park, talking, laughing, enjoying the night, the stars, getting to know one another?
She’s not as resilient as she used to be… Why is it that the older we get, the harder it … More
There is a calm that washes over me when I think about this love An indescribable “feeling”. And although most would argue that you should be healed completely or finished working on the perfect you-you’d like to be for your next relationship, that doesn’t mean it’s going to work or last. It’ll only work or last if you choose to make it work. A hard lesson learned, but one so worthwhile.