It's My Time,

once again I find myself wishing for better treatment.

I have not yet figured out why it is that I end up at the bottom while so many others end up at the top. It's as if my past friends, past and current managers, and past boyfriends have all sensed something about me. I have no fight left in me.

Where is my fight? It's been gone for a while. But I'm trying to bring it back. And I can honestly say I deserve respect. Respect that I have not been getting in a work place or life for a very, very long time.

It's my time.
And I meant what I said.

"I can't do it anymore."

But once again I have gone ignored. So I shall continue on my quest for a better job.
I have hope it will happen. Universe, don't let me down.

crash.

No one really puts much thought into what they do to others. It's one of the biggest flaws we human beings can have.

...but we don't have to be flawed in this way.

handle it.

I dreamed a dream...

and in this dream I became pregnant. By a man with a face I never saw. And my tummy grew. And then I gave birth. To a beautiful daughter. And my love for her was so deep. It was a love I'd never felt. My family was there as the doctors had placed her in my arms. And I named her Kaylee. Don't ask me why. I've never even thought of this for a daughter's name. But it happened. And I began to raise her. And all of the dirty diapers in the world couldn't take my love for her away. She was my everything. My hope for a better tomorrow. Then I woke up and literally missed my daughter.

I think I really want to have a baby. I'll do it on my own. God knows a man wouldn't make things better or easier.

Grandfather Moomchi,

it will be my pleasure to spend a day with you.