Monday Blues

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Often times, some things are not worth the fight. Let go and be still. Breathe. Deflect the energy elsewhere to something worthwhile, on a clear post it note with an eye of a bat. Don’t elect to know what you don’t know or, when the end is or will be. The answer is not so easily tangible but prudent, when the worth becomes worthless and trivial, the not so settled picture on the wall. Mind you, you cannot change what is not meant to be, it is not up to you but yours to sit on the passenger seat and let be chauffeured. 

Witted Shadow

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Every new month is like adding a page to the book that is our lives, each with its stories and blessings, new music to our ears, new sound in the accordion, the poem on the corner.

It is March, the third month of the year or as we say on the streets, the second full blown month of laughter, smile, fun and jamboree. The sun is out, the spring peeks in, the leaves are saying hello and the birds sideways quietly singing the melody.

It is time to celebrate woman, us, grandmothers, mothers, sisters, aunts, daughter, girlfriends, us; the best friend, the sharp-witted shadow, your mirror in the powder room, the incessant lover, the proud your secret carrier card member, the tough cookie in the carousel, the cryer in the closet, the eternal artist, the rock star listener, the truth teller, the soldier in the room, the amen companion. It is March, it is us, women, it is March.