Ok so I haven't talked much about this and I think that maybe if I actually just sit down and write about it then I will feel a little better and heal a little better.
So SuperBowl night while most people were partying etc (Feb 09) I was on my way home. My cousin was driving my two daughters and myself home. We got on the highway and saw an older man stuck and stranded on the entrance ramp. Well...we pulled over (by the way my cousin is a woman) and I got out of the car and asked
All morning I have been thinking about my grandmother. I thought it's about time I write something on here about her since most of my advice and views are influenced and stem from her (or my dad buts that a different blog)
My grandmother was gypsy, I'm sure I have mentioned it before. She traveled around most of the globe but mostly in Europe and Germany until she was brought here.
My grandmother was short..lol (just like me) she had long black hair (that later in her life
It's time to set the record straight
No more apathy i'm walking through them pearly gates..
It's not the same just trying to stay up on my two feet but this medicine got me coming in and out of sleep
Seeing images...swear they coming after me..
Ghostly figures walking through the gates of H..e..LL in my mental frame they dwell taking everything I need to excell and inhale
Intoxicated by the promise of closed doors
don't think I can take
My brothers and sisters and I are very close its a ride or die theme. We don't always get along but on our worse day if someone else comes and attempts to mess with the family we could be screaming at each other and would literally shut up and turn on the one trying to hurt one of our family memebers.
I guess I was just raised different. I'm very assertive. I have had to fight my entire life (kinda like Sophia from Color Purple) When I was a girl I remember I lost a fight to a little
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