Unsettled

    Sure you can buy me a drink,    I'm a feminist honey,not an idiot.        Well,aren't you feisty, lady problems?    Yea,the wage gap. The F word .You must be thinking I'm about to unveil my plan for female world domination or go on about the forthcoming extinction of men. I hate to be such a let down, and not live up to the Feminazi image our delightful patriarchal society has created for you. You know the I hate men,                        I don't shave my legs,                        I have an incurable broken heart.                        Marriage is a form of female oppression.                        Flattery disgusts me and I despise any form of femininity ...

She was not a miracle,she was not an adventure She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl. I don't cry as much as I mean to, It's a weakness. There's nothing more soothing than to turn the lights off,and in the stillness and the darkness,bawl your head off. Dry up the wells of tears,the wells of emotions.Both good and bad. And with the sole company of your thoughts,reassure yourself back to safety,reassure yourself back to comfort,back to 'keeping it together. Then after this your self medication,stare out into the bleakness,make out shadows in the abyss of night,spin a little humor into that which clouded your day,Sigh or just think of the 'perhaps',the possibility that the next day might bring. Ah,the sun will come out tomorrow,and that blissful tomorrow was only one dark and lonely night away. And then your thoughts put down your healed and heavy laden self to sleep.A hopeful sleep, the kind Annie experienced everyday in...

I want him to lay me down on the lid, of the finest grand piano And play me the blues. There's nothing to writing,you just sit at a typewriter and bleed. The paraphrased words of Hemingway.  I feel a tingling in my fingers,as with each letter I put in,I peel back the fences that jealously guard my soul and I watch it pour out before me and flood the screen. I'm often asked how come despite my vision being far from the seemingly perfect 20/20 I never go about life buried behind my thick-rimmed glasses.The answer to this has evolved over the years.I started wearing glasses at the age of 9,I can still hear Mrs Meaney asking if I wanted to put my blush specs case in her 'special drawer'.I still remember wondering whether she now saw me as somewhat deficient,deserving of special treatment. The answer has not only evolved but also gathered depth with each passing year as an antique clock would dust.The thing people don't understand is that I don't nee...

                     " What is it about him?what is it about him?"                      "What is it that made you smash your face?"                       "They betrayed me." En.ti.tled: Believing oneself to be inherently deserving of privileges or special treatment. "...The brothers with the silver spoons those are the worst..."              "...When a man's been catered to his whole life because his family's got money or he's pretty,or the right shade of light......" "....We silver spoon brothers think,that just because we went to private school or we were never jailed,black women should be there happy in our presence,I get away with this every single day..." "Men like David don't know how to show up,.....that's the type of guy that's been ...

And they all lived happily ever after. I've probably read this line over and over again.More so, when I was a child.  The books I come across nowadays don't have such endings. And if they do,it's only to usher in a huge plot twist. Well, I guess the reality is that princesses don't always get saved. The prince isn't always brave enough to wander into unknown territories and find a kidnapped princess in a locked tower. And I mean with the security detail accorded to nobilities, the heir to the throne would most definitely not dance with an unknown young lady even though their dress was embroidered by forest birds and common mice. So what happened then? Were the fairy tales we were ever so fond of as we grew up, mere fantasies or an old man's daydream? "Into the woods". You'd think would be your usual betrayal of original thought, whereby usually the classics are retold in every possible imaginable and unimaginable wa...