Mother 

It’s amazing how things can be embedded so deep inside of you And you forever go in search of the answers to the why 

And it’s been there all along 

Encrusted in your every being 

Made in the sound of your mothers voice 

Sounds that destroy and crumble 

Sounds that create monsters inside souls 

Insecurities fed by the words of mothers 
All the books can’t erase the scars of your words 

Not the songs memorized in my head 

Not the many nights of being inebriated 

Not the millions tears spilled through out all these years 

Not the billion fuck you and fuck the world you keep screaming out loud 
Because the words repeat over and over 

The scars deepen and darken 

The walls grow stronger, cemented by your insecurities 

Your insecurities that you assured to encrust into my soul from the minute I could crawl 
I have walked a million miles away from you 

I have written stories my stories full of chapters with nothing to do with you 

But the more I walk away from you 

The closer I get 
I vowed moons ago 

When the reality of me ever being like you 

That if ever I was blessed with being a mother

There would never be a question of love 

There would never be a bigger fan 

Queen of the jungle, protector of the pride, huntress!! 

I would build never destroy the oh so sensitive soul of my legacies! 

Power of Action

I wish words had power,
Not just power to move you and make you think,
Power to actions!
It saddens me that living in 2014 we still have to experience the abuse, the threat, the fear, the disgust, the disbelief that the struggle continues of the have and have nots…no I did not say race!
Because this is not about race, this is about the abuse of power that some have and other do not!
Being of a different color shouldn’t make anyone a have not but to some it does!
Some believe because they carry a badge and gun they can do and say as they please without ever having to justify why they do what they do because their brothers in arm will have their back.
But who has the backs of those that they swore to serve and protect?!!
I am not saying all law enforcement agents have these beliefs or that they abuse their power but the same way us colored folks us brown folks us red folks (yeah you Latinos fall under this category no matter how light skin you are!!!) are stereotyped daily so are the men and women in crispy blues with a badge and a gun!
It saddens me that a country that calls itself the melting pot, that was founded by all sorts of people …people with all sorts of backgrounds …people…just people….can today be criticized and ridiculed by the actions of the institution set in place to serve and protect it’s people!!!
All people no matter what race no matter what status no matter what conditions are to be represented and protected!
Isn’t that why we have officials in office that are supposedly put in place by the people?
Has the USA not called itself a democratic country? A country for it’s people?
I wish there were power to actions!
Not violence but actions that would make a great impact where the “haves” notice that they wouldn’t “have” anything if it weren’t for the “have nots.”

Ramblings of the day

I Feel like the weather sometimes …
Ever had a day that seems so bright and sunny and your like damn i am going out
And right when you are having the best of times…the sky turns pitch black and water just pours to the point that your soaking wet and can’t see what’s right in front of you and you run to get home and right when you walk in your front door the sky changes and the sun comes out again like nothing ever happened?
Yeah that’s me!
Maybe I’m too sensitive too damn emotional but then if I don’t care I am too cold and unattached!
Sometimes I am a rollercoaster of emotions that sway me left and right…
And I might be able to try and justify it with a lame ass comment like “it’s the time of the month”
But if you know me you that for 7 days …the pre the during and the aftermath are hell…and people should be warned to stay clear!
I want to chew your head of one second and the next I want you to hug me!
Influx of emotions that not hidden in any form or fashion!
How do you explain that to people without sounding like you have a few screws loose in your Cabeza?
Ahh maybe I am a little overly sensitive and a bit moody at times!
But I am pitbull for mine!
Always protect and defend those that I care…that never changes no matter what side of the coin I seem to be facing.