The Woman in Writing

Written December 19, 2020 @ 5:41 pm. Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish. How many pieces do you wish? All the missing pieces. All the pieces that were lost, I'm ready to find them. At times I felt like I needed to be found. But honestly, I needed to be lost. I needed to have no clear sense of direction; I needed to stumble and fall flat on my face. I needed to be lost so then I could be Found. You lose something and find something even better. My mom loves Goodwill; it's a guilty pleasure. Every time she goes in, she has yet to learn what she's really looking for, but she always finds something good. And that's what I have found. I have found everything good. Everything that is great. But I had to get lost. I didn't just get lost, but I lost myself. I lost my mind. I lost my structure. I lost my life, but I Found my way... back to You. I would stare at myself in the mirror and be introduced to a stranger every day. I didn't know who I was. I didn't even questi...

Written October 14, 2022 @ 3:51 pm. It's Midday October on a cold Friday...the city bus lingers with the smell of tongues and cheap booze filled in Gatorade bottles...my heart makes silent prayers for the woman traveling alone...I was greeted with a charming yet drunken salutation from the middle-aged midday sad and lonely men seated in the middle of the bus that carried Disney graphic backpacks and sagging back pockets revealing Hanes undergarments... my stomach is empty, sticking to itself, but I'm digesting the appetite of life... I have seen a young girl carrying a bag full of Flamin' Hot snacks...that stuff with the red dye... when we are used to our comfort zone and normal reality of routine it's like producing an ulcer on the lining of our stomach when it's time to make a change... we flip the bird when we feel unheard, but rather we are impaired to the ability to be aware...  take a trip to the  space of the unknown... You'll never know until you go Stay...

Written September 2, 2022 @ 10:35 pm. The thunder rolls around in the sky like microwave popcorn I remember seasons of drought and other times when my Sin brought the storm I sit in bed, awake bralettes, bare skin, blankets and anklets The rain creeps down  one droplet at a time until it forms a full shower Cleansing power Serpents devoured Almighty King is exalted And empowered organizing prayer boxes reading through requests Hoping that the rain would bring clarity to mess or understanding of what's next ... This journey comes in waves The rain taught me how to surf The sky went silent Twisting curls Swallowing spit The dark night carries on Lost and Found been through trials I made my way back Home Heartbeat slow a steady Rhythm Deep breaths give back time The night is young The days get old But who can touch the stars? The wind beneath my wings Have spread with joy I hear the street of noise Pots and Pans and garbage cans do you still play with toys? I've walked around with...

Remember its flight, for the bird is mortal. Forugh Farrokhazad, Iranian poet (1935-1967) The following is a blended summary and review that tells the story of two young girls in pursuit of their dreams; both from different customs and backgrounds but with the same determination to achieve something greater than what they've known or have ever had the opportunity to experience...no matter which path she lands, all roads require sacrifice. From this written perspective, you will find each girl has a somewhat similar personality, only expressed through different outlets.  Each girl has felt loss, grief, abuse, pain, and...fear, which has ignited bold bravery and courage within them despite the heavy lifting of life. So what could their story fuel in us, me, and you? Well, let's keep reading... Meet Forugh Farrokhzad  ( Song of a Captive Bird, written by Jasmin Darznik). You may have heard her famous story before. The meaning of her name   is brightness.  At the book's...