• African American

    every Sunday I think is going to be my last day.  Because each Sunday, I have this ear-splitting migraine that won’t let up.   It’s usually accompanied by nausea and your typical hot flash.   And I always ask God to let me live through it.  But if i keep playing my cards wrong – and I have been – I won’t live through another Sunday.   Morbid huh?  well I’m a dark person.  I wear black against a sea of colors.  Like I’ve been in mourning all my life.   

  • African American

    guitars strummin in the background thoughts hummin in my foreground I’d like to spend the day at home to reflect.  Maybe I am too egotistical and maybe I’ think too much about myself.  but if I don’t, then who’s gonna think about me?   Still holding strong to my faith while my dark side engulfs me in flames.  It’s hard and I need a break.  I want a simple life but I’m not a simple girl.   I want normalcy but I’m not normal.   I don’t know how to be normal. then again…What’s Normal?   Is it just a matter of opinion?