Ramblings of a Mad Woman

I relish in the quiet times of life! Without (as said in the South), "steal away" (alone time) there can be no living! Life dictates moments of reflection and sorting through. Consistent chaos is [anti-peace], however few adapt reason there are bounds that restrict them. Because of these few, my unbiased view is appropriate in all fairness. "Too much of anything is erring and becomes a form of slavery." Even "steal away."

Could the same be said for love? “Of course not!” Love has/knows no bounds; hysterics do. Obsessed with love and its nectar, I climb Mt. Hiroshima back-packed and panting; same as a deer thirsty for water. Insatiable appetites are a pill to feed because there is no bottom.

I dislike the world and its façade. It discourages family and monogamy.

Black women are becoming extinct like dinosaurs. So busy trying to be something they are not; hanging from trees by choice; along with self-defamation of character…

And men. To the good one’s I say, “You are appreciated!” With that, the poet himself,