• African American

    On Thursday I removed another scrap of paper from the Prayer Box Terique gave me.   I found a Job which I start on Monday.  Yet I can’t help feeling melancholy ( and guilty because of it).   I know I should be happy but the one thing I want in this world, I cannot have.   Often we take for granted those we have around us. Especially, our siblings and we just don’t realize that one day we could lose them.  Let’s face it, its not like you can just go to the store and buy a new one to replace the one you lost.   We can do that with possessions but…

  • African American

    Requiem of a dream

    sometimes I wonder if the pain will ever stop.  If I will ever get over losing my brother. some days it’s bearable. other days it’s not.  and I wonder if one day that will all change.   If one day I’ll stop crying.  everywhere i go i see fleeting reminders of him and I think of what could have been but never was.   Please God tell me if the pain will end

  • African American

    Grabbing life by the horns

    This morning I uttered a simple prayer and then it all came rushing back to me.  Everything!  How I could Help myself..  How I could help Terique.   (He’s got his moments when he’s down too).    I think that God answered a multitude of prayers in one fell swoop.  Prayers I didn’t know I’d been asking.   There are a few things  I’ve identified about my depression:   I’m alone down here I’m listless I have no value.     Those are the main issues i encounter.   Quite the defeatist attitude if you ask me.  But in praying and poring things over  God  (and Chavon) gave me my answers.  Maybe I’m not working…

  • African American

    Baggage

    Have you ever felt that when you love someone it did more harm than good.   In re-evaluating myself and my circumstance, I discovered that I’ve been a horrible friend when times are hard.    No I’m not talking about a fair weather friend.   Or maybe I am…. I just realized that I react differently to people when I’m not where I want to be.  Currently I’m not working and I’m feeling listless.  I don’t want to work just for the money but for the feeling of doing something worthwhile and every moment spent here feels like another minute wasted.   I’m sitting here watching my life flit before my eyes and wondering…

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    The Catch

    He’s educated, spiritual and cerebral.  He’s the epitome of masculinity (however relative a term that is).  He’s damn near perfect.  He likes to cook.  He’s good with a hammer. He’ll take the garbage out and he’s no slob.  He knows how to treat a woman.  He knows  how to sweep a girl off her feet and even the old ladies are enamored with him.   So what is he doing with me?   I can count so many wonderful traits that he possess and yet I can’t count one that I possess.   What’s wrong with this picture?   What’s wrong with me?   I’ve been doing so much soul searching and I’ve been praying…