Taken from my notebook

You fail to notice it
The smell that overpowers
The sound of my breath
My home walked away from me
When I tried to hold onto it
No my home is found miscellaneous places
Where I plant myself to sleep
When the warmth is held
By the atmosphere…I suffer
Scorching hot…my body sweats
When the trees are barren
The people who pass me by
Are covered with hoods
As I sit and shiver
My bones want to thaw out
My tears freeze

B. Spears

Britney, get it together. I know the hardest thing to deal with is having your children ripped away from you.**I’m writing like she’ll read this. But hell everyone else is giving they’re input so I figured I would to.*** I know the feeling, even though I’ve called the bluff on more than one occasion. When you feel like you have no control over things happening in your life, you lash out at anyone and anything around you, so they can possibly feel as dreadful as you.
The sad thing about this whole “Britney” situation is that the media is making a mockery of the girl. She is obviously ill, and that is not funny. If she kills herself, I would have to say the media would be the cause. Mental illness is a serious thing, and should not be joked with. I watched the special last night on NBC, and some guy from the VH1 show “The Best Week Ever” was so insensitive to her situation. He said something to the liking that she didn’t get out of a posh hospital like Promises, but that she had just gotten out of a psycho ward. He is gay, and I’m sure he wouldn’t like it if somebody said he took dick up the ass. I wouldn’t have been as miffed if he would have said psych ward, but he added the o to psych. That’s why I am an advocate for mental illness. If you saw me out on the street you wouldn’t be like “Oh my God, that girl is bipolar”. No! It doesn’t show, unless I tell you. But Brit, is and yes you can tell by the way she is behaving. When she shaved her head, I was like yep that’s it.
I met a girl my age in the hospital. She was a gorgeous black girl who shaved her hair. I could tell she was on some strong medication, or really really faculty depleted because she would just stare into space. I asked her what was wrong, and why she was here and she said that she was Bipolar and ran into the middle of the highway. The police arrested her, her parents were police, and she was brought “here” for the 12th time. I have never been “manic” where I have developed and accent or wore a wig or anything, but I have gotten aggressive, when my buttons were constantly hit. I know I am not going to shave my hair either, it is too long and pretty to do that. And If I do, maybe I need to be hospitalized.lol.. But I’ve worked on myself and it won’t happen again.
Britney is in the spot light which makes dealing with her problems, everyone’s problems. So, you know how that goes. She can’t heal until she takes time to work on her. That would be my advice for Brit. Screw what everyone thinks about you, because you are FABOULOUS!! My advice for everyone who doesn’t understand mental illness, you better watch who you talk about “crazy” to, because “crazy” could just be looking right at you.

Original 4-8-8. Four months to my B-day!!

If my grandmother would have let others
Daunt her from her dreams
How would my life have been?
She raised my mother
Gave her what she needed
So that my mother could do the same
She was the teacher
My mother bless her heart
Did what she thought was right
Now she realizes she might have been wrong
It is my turn in the present
To do what’s right for my child
That means making MYSELF
So WE can survive
I had her at an early age
I was a dub
Yet I was ready
And wanted her more than anything
Now that she’s here
I have to do me
So she can have the world
So I can give her everything
My dreams will not be deterred
Just because she’s entered my world
I will work harder
Because my motivation is stirred

An exercise for a school portfolio

Today the weather man said it would be another nice sunny day. Instead as I’m walking out to my car from Macy’s I start to notice thunder rumbling. I was not expecting rain, so of course my umbrella had to be in my truck. As I’m gathering my keys, my cell phone rings. I ignore it because five steps out of the door it begins raining hard, and if I answer, well that would be just ignorant. I finally locate my keys, and as I make a run for it, I notice this woman slowly trotting along in the rain. She was in her late twenties, I’m guessing from her trendy wardrobe. She was wearing the exact same dress that I was just about to purchase. That is why she stood out to me. I couldn’t quite understand why she would be enjoying getting wet in that beautifully fitting floral dress from Macy’s that cost 150.00. I noticed that the dress was fitting a little tight around her mid-section. I figured I would look better in it than she, so I continued to make way to my truck. My back is away from her now, and then I hear someone yell “YES!”I turn around and she is greeted by a guy in a nicely tailored suit. He is tall and handsome. I assume that he is her significant other. I pay no further attention to the scream. I unlock the door to my truck, and jump in. All wet I grab a towel from my back seat and wipe myself off. I put my seat belt on, and put my keys into the ignition. I put the car in drive and squeeze out of the parking spot, because the black Honda next to me parked too close. As I am driving I accidentally make a wrong turn headed back to Macy’s entrance. I notice the pair still standing outside looking in love in the rain. They are both totally soaked, and apparently paying no attention to the thunder and lighting. She is gazing into his eyes and he has the huge grin on his face. He touches her stomach. I quickly realize why the dress that I love was fitting her so tight