Tag: Respect

They Call Us Crazy

He likes me when I’m on mute. When I agree and nod, letting his stories bolster a self esteem we both know doesn’t exist. He likes me swallowing pills. Regulated by their chemicals, delicately balancing forth the rage and upheaval created in memories. I don’t have the control over the memories. The tiny shrapnel stuck eternally in my crevasses. I…

If You Marry Again…

Young women will make lists. They will try to make some understanding in what kind of man will be the upmost effective match for them in marriage, love and partnership. Those lists will evolve as they grow wiser with age. Detailing the person they once were compared to the person they’ve become. The kind of person they used to desire…

Polyester Dreams Featured on Original Bunker Punks Today!

In 8th grade, I drank the Kool-Aid. Actually, I had been binge drinking Kool-Aid since the 4th grade. If aluminum cans of Kool-Aid existed, I would’ve shot gunned them. I would’ve tapped the Kool-Aid keg, and magically hoisted my bum into a permanent keg stand position. There was one reason, and only one reason, I was chugging all this Kool-Aid.…

Grown Ass Man Issues

The first time I was called a “whore” was by my father. I was a preteen girl, not old enough to understand the word’s definition. My mother had always told me we were Pentecostals. Some people said we were ‘holy rollers.’ No one had ever told me I was a “whore,” until that youthful summer day. When my father yelled…

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