I just want someone to love me. This is the secret I hold near and dear to my heart. This is the thought that I whisper to the darkness.
In spite all of my flaws. Be the person I can count on. Help me face the fears and the insecurity.
Hold my hand for no reason. Listen to me rant and rave. Raise sand for no reason and vent. Kiss me in times of doubt and be patient with me. Spoon me in the nighttime. Share your thoughts. Play Scrabble. Go to museums. Show me new things and keep me on my toes.
I'm tired of never being 1st choice or never feeling like #1.
My life is in shambles.
This job...this job...this job!!
They hate to see Black people on the come up. To see a Black woman is like -barf-
I'm so tired. I'm so stressed. I'm frustrated.
I just don't know.
I'm trying to tell myself to be strong. Have a positive attitude. Forget the tsunami of shit flowing my way, but my arms are tired of swimming.
Something's got to give.