
[i promise i’m gonna get some sort of phone call about this post]
~~> and i promise i won’t pick up.
it’s been some time since i felt free. i would venture to say, i have never TRULLY felt free. stolen moments of temporary bliss…maaaaybe. but FREE? … smh… naw.
my question is: WHY do i have to steal it, and WHY does it have to be so temporary????
i cant.
in my ‘old’ age, i’ve been drinking cup after cup of ‘i don’t-give-a-fuk juice’ and let me tell you honies, it’s been getting me RIGHT. slowly, but surely, i am unlocking those chains that have had my mind, body, and soul locked up ever since i was BORN.
for me, the chains have been mostly blamed on ‘culture’. being born in another country and having to call the u.s.of.a home for the past 20 something years, comes with plenty complications that only a FEW of my fellow ‘international transplants’ can understand.
you are first faced with the monumental task of assimilating into a completely foreign society, and then you have to [somehow] remember to honor and respect where you came FROM. it goes without saying that the 2 are conflicting interests, a lot more than not.
add to that, the fact that the human struggle [to find oneself] is a major task all by itself, and what do you have??? a royal MESS chile, that’s what.
back to me tho [this is MY blog after all] all those unspoken restrictions have not only made me stressed beyond belief, but have also [dangerously] stifled my creativity. oh HEYL naw. THAT is a major violation and i blame myself, really, for entertaining the BS. but even a princess is HUMAN. *sigh*
it’s cool tho. mama is ready to come out of her shell and frankly, i don’t give a DAMN who isn’t ready for it. get your bells & whistles [or barf bags] ready cuz when i come OUT…. it’s gonna be with a BANG.
bloooooop!
p.s. happy birthday to my talula -preeya. love you girl!!!! happy FAB 33!!!! *hugs*





