Missing piece

Bedroom Window

Missing piece

I wreak havoc on my own life. A martyr, a sacrifice. On a daily basis, I attack myself. I am my own enemy. So I inquire as to why all the animosity. I hate myself deeply. My screams will remain unheard. I will not let you see my weaknesses. Helpless I will remain. Surrounded by misery and sorrow. I feel like I belong here. Loneliness, my old friend never leaving me. Are you feeling me? Are you feeling better now that you are not alone..? Read the following : You ever wanted to feel happy, just out of curiosity? “How can you miss something that you’ve lived your whole life without experiencing, entirely”? It not being something that you’re familiar with. So you fall helplessly in search of… In hopes to find what is missing. The missing piece. But today I awoke feeling differently. Something snapped. And I realized that there’s no one in this world that can replace what’s incomplete in me. Let me explain, you see that missing piece is n...

Un/common

I put the seat down, flush the toilet and wash my hands before I leave the restroom. Nowadays it’s something seen uncommon. “I can’t wash my hands with my cellphone in one.. Duh. I’ll do it when I get home, If I get the chance”. I try not to bump into people. At least not because I was texting on my phone.. While walking. I pay attention and watch where I’m going, enjoying my surroundings. Nowadays it’s unnatural, it’s something seen uncommon. I’m an introvert but I’m whacky though, I exhibit extroverted behaviors. Weird , like speaking to people. "Good afternoon,..“excuse me”. Sometimes I dare ask questions like: “how’s it going”? Why are you so shocked ? “strangers are speaking to me”. It’s 2018 and civility has suddenly became uncommon. Was I in a coma ? Is my cat, OK ? Common sense is no longer common. I’ll text you good morning while your lying next to...

Skin tones

It's funny, I saw the prettiest of little girls complaining about the color of her skin. She's too pale. she hates her white skin, she said. She doesn't like the color blue. She wishes that her eyes were black or brown... Normal. When I was a kid growing up in my neighborhood, that skintone wasn't very common. We were brown, black, yellow......... Puerto Rican and Haitian. I had a real good fríend of mine, one of the crew, everybody, even his kin, we all called him "Blue"(sup Jean?). We all had a crush on a girl named Desiree, who lived down the street. She was green-eyed, Redbone. Looked like a "princess of hope" in the hood. We were proud of what we were, but fantasized about a life as white. I guess we just associated happiness with being white or of lighter skin. As if doors would magically open if our skin was of a little lighter hue. Had some Cuban friends that could pass for white.. Till they spoke. So they didn't. "Man, if I was white I would drive a BMW, and I would ...