One Liner

I wanna love until love loves my imperfections into perfected affections & secures my insecurity with absolute certainty... ©2011 S.H.

Venting...

Along with inviting all creative left-brain people to share on this blog, I wanna get some stuff off my chest. Sooooo hurr it go

Misplaced

Damn, when or where did I lose me?
I've been looking all over for me.
Maybe I should retrace my steps...
First, lemme see...when was the last time I saw myself?
My best guess was 17, around 1990.
Aw hell, that can be. I've had to have seen myself since then!

Am I where I left my keys? Naw, I'da seen myself on the coffee table,
maybe my neighbor Ms Mable has seen me.
Ok, stop. Take time to think.
Where could I have left me?
I'll check a couple of bags I no longer carry, cuz they used to hurt my back.
I tend to carry too much junk at times.

Anyway, nope I wasnt there.
Ooh! Lemme look in the pocket of some old jeans that's been too tight since
2003. (I'ma get back in them as soon as I find myself, though)

Wonder if the kids have seen me? Maybe my man has.
I ain't gone ask him cuz I don't wanna hear his mouth..." You alwayz losing stuff, learn how to put things up."
Well, hell I know I put myself up somehwere! I hate when I hide me from myself. I can never remember where I put me.

Dag, I looked under the bed, under couch pillows, under the kitchen & the bathroom sink,
even in the pocket of my fake mink.
Ooh, I'm so mad at me! Where the hell am I?!?

Let me calm down, I have got to be around here somewhere.
I might be the same place I lost 26 pounds recently, or maybe where I found four.
Nope, I'm not even behind the closet door.
One more place to look. Been trying to avoid this
its too much shit to go thru.

I gotta look thru my Mama's shit,
my kids' shit,
my man's shit
my sister's shit
my friend's shit.
Everbody's shit is in here but mine!
Let me take the time to actually put everybody else's shit to the side.

DAMN! HERE I AM! BURIED UNDERNEATH EVERY-BODY-ELSE'S-SHIT...

My beautiful brown eyes, my thick carmelized thighs, my strong back, my soft shoulders...
my intelligent, creative mind, the song in my voice, my sparkling personality,
my strength of character, my compassionate understanding, my self-righteous innerstanding,
my fantasies, my dreams
my unfailing ability to love thru any circumstance,
my temeperance, my dance,
my uncanny skill to forgive and forget....
BURIED UNDERNEATH EVERY-BODY-ELSE'S-SHIT...Ain't thatta bitch?!?

No wonder I couldn't find myself! I will not lose myself again!
I'm tired of being responsible for EVERY-BODY-ELSE'S-SHIT.
I'm packing it up and givng it back to they asses.

Gonna dust me off, clean me out & polish me up
And put me on display in plain view.
I'm keeping up with me from now on...©2010 S.H.

Nice to meet you...

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