They Went HomeThey went home and told their wives, that never once in all their lives, had they known a girl like me,But...They went home.They said my house was licking clean, no word I spoke was ever mean, I had an air of mystery,But...They went home.My praises were on all men's lips, they liked my smile, my wit, my hips, they'd spend one night, or two or three.But...--Maya AngelouI think the poem speaks for itself. For...
Friday, March 24, 2006
Saturday, March 04, 2006
What I Couldn't Say
Posted on by Brooklyn Wright
Ever wanted to tell someone something, but couldn't bring yourself to utter the words? Because you were unsure or didn't want to reveal how vulnerable he/she made you feel? Because you feared the truth would give away your power? In order to protect yourself from possible disappointment? To keep from sticking your foot in your mouth? It happens, right. Even to the best of us. Times when we could say things that we know would put us on front street...
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