For clarification, I would have named this Black Girl Blues but…really, in all honesty? The term is so cliche’ and tired. Who wants that energy all over herself? Not me. I’d rather convey this thought as my soapbox instead of my cross to bear. My list of observations, not a gripe.
I know a lot of women who are going through it right now. Not to leave anyone out but I’m focused on us right now. Some are having romantic woes and others are financially strapped…and still others are in some serious shit right now.
My good friend is in a homeless shelter with her son today. I am posting her gofundme page. It’s unfortunate. I am still attempting to process this information and a lot of it is still in the process of making sense to me.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to word this.
I am controlling my responses and expanding my vision. There is so much that I want to say but the words elude me.
So when I have a hard time finding the words, I look to music. Maybe a lyric or a melody can explain things better than I can.
My thoughts on romantic love:
My thoughts on breakups:
My thoughts on reconciliation:
IF you beat me up:
IF you survive as an undead bitch monster:
If we run off into the sunset together forever…Shoot, I got a word for that.
But seriously, If you can donate financially…Awesome. If you feel more comfortable leaving words of encouragement, that’s awesome, too. Sending Love and Light, Prayers and other Spiritual Energy is wonderful to share with The World, Ourselves and each other.
Not exactly a soapbox but…it’s the best I could do on such short notice. wink.