Who let these frogs out? Chasing and looking for something to stick to. They want to enter my reality and tell me that I just need to push through. But I been pushing. Yo. I been stomping. Yo. But I STILL ain't seen the flies that you ain't eat. Ya feel me?
Who is out here looking for a quest? Some way to get blessed with the limelight of the ease and breeze that accompanies the need to have a need. We bustling on city streets and claiming we are good with the state that leaves us knowing we fake and calling it real, knowing we fronting and calling it skills. I have been. I have. I am. Been
Ok ok ok. Yes it's true. I got it all and left you to hold the bag. Ok ok. It's true but... HEY! I'm slipping off my lily pad! The muckiness of the swamp was too much for me. The stench messed with my sinuses. I can't do too many things. Even as a tadpole I was delicate. Ok. You get it? This is all I got. This. is
Who...? Whooooo...? Me. Nope. You. Nope. Them? I bet, but I can't prove it.
Then...
GET HER!
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On this mothers day I reflect on the relationship and lack thereof that I have had with my mother over the years. The role of a mother, to provide nurturing and support, was a role that my mother wasn't quite ready for. At nine months old, she abandoned me in a small southern town under the assumption that she would return when her core training with the United States Army was complete. She did not fully return for many years. For the next decade she was like an imaginary friend, appearing and then dissapearing, as though she was a figment of my imagination. The memories I have of that time are of a woman covered in glow of glitter and theatrics, always smiling this gleaming white smile. A Halle Berry haircut circa Boomerang. To me my "mom" was more like a fairy godmother. She appeared with gifts and left me to return to rags at midnight.
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