First Dance


Today was the day. It was her first chance. She was going to her first school dance. I was definitely not delighted. However, I think she was excited. Of course it was not a date. But, I sure was pissed, because I am always the last one to know. And, I was told rather late. This situation was not funny. I even gave her five … Continuer de lire First Dance

Passing Her By


Food is rationed.  There is no passion. Sing « ABC ». Be careful so you will not get an STD. Even in her dark brown skin she is judged. She claims « other » as her race. A cop is called while she is begging for money, so that she can feed her face. Life is passing her by as a loved one helps another who has constantly hurt … Continuer de lire Passing Her By