Uhmm, mad!
Dear Lord, I don't remember ever being this mad in my short life. Matter of fact. I have never been this mad in my short life. I have been unable to bring myself to kneel down and pray. I am mad for feeling stuck. Stagnant. Not moving forward. Not moving upward. Not having super powers to change it. Because I am so imperfect I want to blame someone for it. Africa the mother of mankind maybe. I am mad at her for lagging so far behind in terms of development. I am mad at having been kissed by the sun. Maybe just maybe. If I didn't have this brown skin. This melanin. Life would be a grand gongo. But then we are all dust. All mortal. All equal. So whatever. I am mad at the men who look at women. Beautiful. Strong. Intelligent women. But only see punching bags. They forget women cannot take repeated and constant physical abuse without breaking. But they choose to crush them. Body. Soul. And spirit. Whatever happened to protecting your own? I am mad at women who sleep around with