Wake-Up Call

"The mouth that used to compliment me now curses me


The arms that used to hold now pushes me away


The hands that used to caress me now strikes me


The being that used to bring comfort now brings fear





What have I done to make you treat me this way?


Was it something I said, something I didn't do?


Please tell me. I can change!


What is it I need to do to make you happy?





You don't like her? Fine, I won't speak to her anymore.


But that's my family. Fine, when you are around your time is your time.


There's no other man. Only you. Honest, I'm telling the truth.


All I need is you in my life. I'll do whatever to let you know you are the one and only".





"Why would you do that? I can't believe you just hit me!


Sorry? Is that all you can say?


It won't ever happen again? You bet it won't happen again.


Flowers, candy, gifts... Ok, I believe you and forgive you.





Promise me that you won't do that again. Otherwise I'm leaving you.


You were under stress? Things aren't going right for you?


Yes, I understand


As long as you promise not to hit me again then I forgive you".




Why must you harm me the way you do?


Is this how you show me you love me?


I deserve better than this. This is not how love is supposed to be.


Hate me please because your love hurts too much."

I wrote this to shine the light on domestic violence. If a person (male or female) feel like the only way to communicate is to hit you or curse you, then that person is not worth your time.

Daddy's Little Girl

With Father's Day coming up, I figured that I would take time out to express my appreciation for my father. My father has been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember. He's the number one man in my life and he's the first man I know I can whole heartily trust and depend on. It was odd to me growing up and hearing my family, friends, and peers complain or talk about their father not being in their lives or not that interested in them because I didn't have that issue. Though he was the only one who worked, he made it a point to know what was going on with my life. My teenage years with him was great except for "the talk" which basically he said, "Make sure you gel and foam yourself up real good and use a condom before having sex." Oh the horror of that but otherwise he was a cool man. As I grew into adulthood, he made it a point to let me know that just because I wasn't a kid anymore didn't mean that I wasn't his "baby girl". When he talks about me or introduce me, he still refer to me as his baby girl and you know what.... I accept that. It's almost magical the relationship I have with him. He and I hang out, dine in, talk about just about everything under the sun except his & my intimate life (neither one of us could handle that).
When my mom was dying from lung cancer, I took time and actually watched how he cared for her. He's always been great to my mom (even during those times when she got on his nerves) but the love he gave her in her time of need... he took his vows serious and to his heart. In sickness and in health. For better for worst. I respected and loved him even more for that. In the 35 years they spent together, he always treated my mom like his Queen (and my sister & I like his two Princesses). Watching him with her showed me first hand that I want a man to be there for me like that. God forbid if I get to where I can't care for myself that the man I have in my life will be there to help me out. I make sure to show my father how much he means to me as much as possible (like I did with my mom). No need to wait for holidays or every once in a while because you know what? He has never waited for a so called special occasion to show me how much he loves me. Everyone who knows me know the special bond my father and I have. It's a beautiful thing!