I want food, real food, delicious food, a variety of food. I want orange, orange juice, orange flour, orange cake, grapefruit, lemonade. I want fruits, various fruits, a variety of fruits, colored fruits. I want fresh vegetables, green leaves, many shades of hues. I want to solve the puzzle, caress the paint brush, pick from the domino table, feel my mouth full but right about now, I can only dream. I can only dream and pretend that I am at the supermarket, the aisles are filled of goodies and I running around, picking from it like a kid in a candy store. I can only because I can’t. I can’t because I am delirious. Yes, I am still hallucinating.
I am a proud woman, no periods, semicolons or colons about it. I live in a fishbowl of an African, Portuguese and American family of women: my real family, my father has since passed and adopted family that being my religious friends, BFF’s and buddies. Yes, it takes a village.
We laugh. We shop. We cry. We travel. We party. We tell stories. We worship. We argue. We agree. We disagree. We exercise. We read. We evolve. We love. We share experiences and that’s just the way I like it.
So, in this beautiful March day, pad on the back to many out there still fighting in the trenches for everyday survival. Love to all the single mothers and queens of their own dominions. Kisses to the young woman who are still getting to know herself, struggling to get her id card. Hooray to all those who have found the purse on their backs. Celebrate yourself, us today and everyday. Much love and Peace sisters. Girl power. Happy International Women’s Day!
At the dawn, a new day blossoms like a colorful and fragrant flower with the arrival of brighter well choreographed life, the carrousel that drives us to the float of rebirth. It strengths the hopes of road more travelled instilling the flared courage needed to embrace the love that shapes our dreams and allow us to walk with a smile.