I love the way he holds me with his eyes.
Don’t grow old in America.
America is not for you…
Fuck yo health is what the insurance folks are echoing, despite my monthly payment of 180.
26 is so ugly yet beautiful…
You get kicked off your mothers insurance and a month later you get into a car accident.
now your medical expenses become your responsibility
Because you are told you waived your “peep” when you signed on for your car insurance…
So, they say… Fuck you.
You are on your own.
And they remind you that they won’t cover your physical therapy expenses because you waived your peep.Again.Shit you don’t even remember waiving.
Now, you are limping and can’t move your right arm…
The lawyers won’t help you because you are at fault,
Your health insurance at your job has not kicked in because your 90 days aren’t up yet…
Obamacare! Fuck obamacare…
You get through and then you get an email saying you have to start the process over again.
Yup, life is peachy.
The process is beautiful
no doubt in my mind he and I are connected…
I picked up the Autobiography of Brother X Again tonight. Off all nights.
When your sisters call you crying, hoping to be healed by your words…
don’t let them down.
Picked up the rental today.
It finally hit me
Imani is gone forever!
1. begin to brew tea
2. shower with your favorite scent/oil
3. take 25 minutes to oil your body
4. admire your body
5. take note of every imperfection on your body and give it extra love.
6. play your favorite vinyl
7. put on a tshirt. no panties. no bra
8. pull out your journal. doodle/write.
9. repeat steps 1-8/8 every night.
as I lay on that tiny hospital bed in a daze for an hour without being seen… And my call bell being ignored spaced out, thinking about all the things that could have went wrong…. crying internally because tears refused to fall… however,
my mother heard me weeping… so, she sprung to my side… I refused to look her in her eyes because I could only imagine what she was feeling at that moment… so, She did what I believe any mother would have done after they’ve witnessed their child in excruciating pain. She raised HELL. SHE. RAISED. HELL. interestingly enough, I was seen 1.5 minutes after my mother’s performance.
I was given a shot to ease the pain, until I was seen by a doctor and X-ray
All i could remember was my mother stroking my forehead so gently…
I’ve waited all of my adult life for that moment.
my pain didn’t matter because I couldn’t feel nothing but my mother’s touch.
she stroked my face.
my entire life made sense in that moment.
I felt overwhelmed with LOVE
and the sinister part of me;
“I should have near death experiences all the time so that I cab be LOVED on by the only woman who’s love I always sought after. Tirelessly.”
she touched me.
After 26 years.
I wanted to crawl in her arms
she has no idea she’s miraculously healed so much of me, with just her touch.
My mother’s touch was like magic.
Don’t get lost in the works of others…
admiring is beautiful,
It should always inspire you…
But don’t get lost.
Your creation is just as admirable.
let the passion that is visibly shown in the work of those you admire inspire you to create your art, master your style. Don’t replicate the style of others..