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“Let’s Talk”

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“Let’s Talk”

The time has come. Join me in my walk. We need to talk.

There is much I need to say. My news will hurt, but please do not look away. I want to see the glow in your eyes. I want to remember you that way.

Through thick and thin, you have stood by my side. For many years, I’ve been very ill. We both knew this day would come. It’s time to read you my will.

Doctor Mintz was wrong. I won’t live very long. The cancer has spread. In fact, he wonders why I’m not dead. My faith and will to live are strong and they have often proven science wrong.

Can you feel the wind caressing your face? How about the sun warming your skin? Can you hear the birds chirping? These things are my favorite part of my daily walks. When I’m gone, celebrate my life by remembering and sharing our talks.

“It’s Your Fault”

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“It’s Your Fault”

“It’s Your Fault”

There are those who search for fault as if finding it will earn them a reward. In doing so, they also search for a recognition plaque or award.

Then, there are great leaders. Those who lead with integrity, confidence, optimism and courage. They support their team and always seek to encourage.

If you’re a great leader, it’s your fault. Yes, yours. When something goes terribly wrong, you do not search for fault. Instead, you regroup and keep moving along.

There is no need to search for it. It’s already there. You own it. It’s all yours. You are the one responsible for losing the business of one hundred stores.

You appreciate your team. Your emotional intelligence and control helps you lead them to accomplish their new goals. You led your team to sell millions of dollars as you placed your products in several thousand stores.

That too, is your fault. Amazingly, you accomplished this while in private, you were fighting for your life, defending against a frivolous lawsuit for sexual assault.

“Forgotten”

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“Forgotten”

This morning, I started off my day like any other day. Something was different and I didn’t feel quite right. All day, I pretended not to know what it was. I did know. Like clockwork, those thoughts showed up again at night.

Expressing one’s feelings is no easy task. Even more difficult, is disguising your pain by wearing a happy mask. Now more than ever, I think of the phrase, ‘out of sight, out of mind’. Many years ago, I was forced to leave my country and family behind.

I lost contact with my two young children. They are out of sight but always in my heart and never out of mind. Out of sight, out of mind. That’s how I feel. Those thoughts creep up on me every night as I sit at my table, alone, to enjoy my evening meal.

My heart feels broken. I long for my family to reach out and say hello and perhaps ask how I feel. They all live busy lives, no doubt about that. I pray for them and their families. I ask God to give them a minute to call me so we can chat.

I feel invisible. I feel like I don’t exist. But I can see myself and the fact that I can feel is proof that I am alive, that I can still wish and that I am real.

If I don’t reach out every now and then, I would never hear from any of them. For whatever harm I ever caused them, I ask for their forgiveness. I forgive them all even though by them, I feel forgotten. I love them dearly. My love for them will never go rotten.

“Black Friday”

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“Black Friday”

It’s that time of the year. Thanksgiving is next week, so ‘Black Friday’ is almost here. Some plan for this day the entire year. I could care less, for my life is dark, day after day, and year after year.

We live in the Grand Prestigious Estates, but our home lacks the warmth that love generates. Thanks to my parents, we are the neighbors that everyone hates.

Our home is large, beautifully lit, and well decorated. At our Thanksgiving dinner, we are surrounded by hypocrites, who know they are all hated.

Our beautiful garden is maintained by José and his three small children. It’s beauty goes unseen by most, for it is heavily gated. Jose’s children are the only people who are not hated. Why? Perhaps they have conquered my parent’s hearts? But how? They are not related.

As a child, I could not understand why I was not allowed to play with my neighbor, my only classmate. I’m older, and I now know that my parent’s hearts are full of hate. Do they hate me for being gay? It’s not my fault. I didn’t choose this life, or to be born this way.

I can’t tell my days apart. I don’t need a ‘Black Friday,’ for my days are always dark. I’ve had many dreams of the love and warmth that exists in a small cozy home. Not one day goes by without me wishing I lived in a small trailer park. To me, all Fridays are dark.

“I Like It”

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“I Like It”

Her ill-intended words are music to my ears. Her well-intended silence is always a stab to my heart and in the strangest way, it somehow soothes my deepest fears. I like it.

Do I love her that much or am I addicted to pain? Perhaps I simply don’t like to complain. If she asked, for her, I would end my life with a choke chain. This may bring fear to some, but I like it.

Strangers would argue that I’m mentally unstable and emotionally abused. Those who know me, are aware that my love for her is real. I love her with all of her defects. I love the pain she inflicts on me and the way it makes me feel. I really like it.

“You Push Me Away”

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“You Push Me Away”

“You Push Me Away”

You push me away. Not literally. It’s your personality. They are the things you do and say that have slowly but continually pushed me away.

Sometimes, your words are subtle but more often they are harsh. Your actions are always negatively profound. You push me away. You act like a selfish queen who loves wearing a crown.

It took all of my courage to make this confession. Yes, you push me away. Now you know. I must move along for I know this is something you will never outgrow.

“When He Is in Love”

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“When He Is in Love”

I am an old school woman with an east coast flare. He’s not here now, but I know he’s out there somewhere. When he is in love, day and night, he thinks of me. He longs to be by my side for he can’t imagine being elsewhere.

I am an endless romantic. When he is in love, for me, he tells me he will swim across the Atlantic. He brings me flowers daily and his love for me is plainly visible. When he is in love, I know that life without him would be unlivable.

When he is in love, he calls me minutes after our date. He does not wait days to tell me his time with me was great. He continually demonstrates that chivalry is not dead. He never lets his charm and good looks get to his head.

When he is in love, he is a true prince. Of his love for me, there is no one in this world I need to convince. He is genuine, kind, humble and respectful. He does not play games but with me, he is very playful. His love for me is real. Our connection, although invisible, is stronger than steel. I love his confidence and how his embrace makes me feel.

When he is in love, for me, I can feel his deep desire. Without speaking a word, he takes me by the hand and in his eyes, I see the reflection of our cozy and inviting fire.

When he is in love.

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