Going through phases
dark phrases of womanhood of never havin been a girl half-notes scattered without rhythm/no tune distraught laughter fallin over a black girl’s shoulder it’s funny/it’s hysterical the melody-less-ness of her dance don’t tell nobody don’t tell a soul she’s dancin on beer cans & shingles / Ntozake Shange I almost abandoned this blog. Again. At what point does this story end? Recycled tales of happiness found then lost. Injustice. Indignation. Disrespect. Bad timing. You name it, it has found it's way here. Today, I want to talk about my future. I am so excited about what's in store. What is it, you ask? I don't know. But I know it is going to be something amazing. How do you know, you ask? Because I can feel it in my heart, feel it in my soul. I am learning how to navigate this spiritual journey in a way that feels comfortable and comforting. I know that I do not have to be a victim. That I can maintain control and that I have choices. So back to these p...