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Bent, but not broken.

the other woman.

There are some women who have no idea they are “the other woman”. They are lied to, their trust is gained with lies or manipulations, and they are made to feel exclusive as if they are the only one…but they’re not. They are total victims to the drama and baggage of another’s life, and in … Continue reading the other woman.

im sorry.

“Now you want to say you’re sorry, Now you want to call me crying, Now you gotta see me wilding, Now I’m the one that’s lying, And I don’t feel bad about it, It’s exactly what you get, Stop interrupting my grinding… I ain’t thinking ’bout you.” -Beyonce I had never looked at another man … Continue reading im sorry.

Jealous or Crazy?

“What’s worst, lookin’ jealous or crazy? Jealous or crazy?… Or…being walked all over lately, walked all over lately I’d rather be crazy”.  -Beyoncé  Me too honestly.  I’ve NEVER been the jealous type in relationships. If anything…I used to be too trusting. I’m always up for giving people the benefit of the doubt, but I did … Continue reading Jealous or Crazy?

pray you catch me.

“My lonely ear, pressed against the walls of your world,  I Pray to catch you whispering, I pray you catch me listening, I’m praying to catch you whispering, I pray you catch me…” -Beyonce  Even in my marriage, my voice could have been bigger.  I am a “stuffer” by nature, and although I aim to … Continue reading pray you catch me.

lemonade.

The visual and audio album, “Lemonade” by Beyoncé came out April 23rd, 2016. It was a concept album that followed her emotional journey regarding her husband’s infidelity in their marriage.  I remember watching the visual album by myself at home in bed. My three year old daughter was sleeping, and I was wound down for … Continue reading lemonade.

nineteen: part two

**This contains sensitive content** My grandmother was gone for days, and I literally didn’t go back home other than to sleep at night.  If I had the day off work I would either be home alone, or go hang out next door. If I did have to work, I would go to the neighbors house … Continue reading nineteen: part two

nineteen.

After my freshman year in college, I went back home to Cleveland for the summer.  Living with my grandmother was tough on us both. Her raising an almost adult that’s had a taste of independence, but still living under her roof with her strict rules… It was a recipe for tension. I ended up just … Continue reading nineteen.

eighteen.

My first year of “adulthood” was quite a year.  As a senior in high school, I was on the honor roll, had a 4 year scholarship waiting for me at OSU, was on the track team, had a part time job at the local grocery store, and had the best friends a girl could ask … Continue reading eighteen.

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