
“In The Crosswires”


The corrupt seek to subjugate, mistreating and misusing what has been given for all of us to share collaboratively.
The only way out is up.
The only way up is through.
Seeing them on the street, browbeaten women hunkered within awning nooks along downtown sidewalks, it frightens me to keep experiencing effects from the shove that insurance coverage severing my wage loss benefits has pressed upon me, when I have still been unable to work for income.
Innocence tends to easily trend, whereas the jaded must have proven why to re-extend.
By the powers invested and
Granted to every one of us
Daring enough to challenge
Coursing tides of oblivion,
May we each find our soul’s
Match to restore kingdoms.
Ups, downs – then turn arounds…
I have been graced with opportunity to again tutor women teachers-in-training.
Perhaps I got it wrong that I could help.
What’s the point to try when one can thrive better by contributing on their own terms?
What others project upon us does not change the truth of our merit.
I can no longer take hits – and stay silent.
I took the blow, could not absorb it – so left the situation.
It sucks to get one’s heart stepped on.
Humiliation for being seen as dependent amd interrupting – when I wasn’t.
Being misread by assumption is painful.
“I need to state that your using the term ‘pride’ in this situation is completely inappropriate when addressing the real concern of potential permanent disability – and would suggest your being more neutral, if not more compassionate, to future clients in this regard.”
Raised rent – but no pending eviction.
Where in the realm are the true, dashing gents as the rest of us get pushed into gutters?
I’ve seen plenty of the detrimental kind.
Lamdlord is raising rent as high as he can.
Bowing to those who cannot “see” amounts to propagation of blindness.
There are so many reasons for relationships to not work – but only one reason for validity that should ultimately matter.
A burbling undercurrent building to erupt into hysterical sobbing or outrageous laughter.
“Shhhhh,” I remember my once-beloved’s mother cautioning me, for in that culture, women are not permittted valid candor.
When I advocated for the community back in 2004 and related, there was nothing in it for me – I could not gain nor retain housing.
I dislike being forced to take up a cause.
There is currently no accountability for the insidiuos war being waged upon our communities where hard-working families are discounted as housing priority.
If it happens, this will be our 6th since 2011.
Who is gaining all of the benefits from loss?
Those that have more than one house do not seem to stand up for those who do not have even one.
Instead, they eat the cream from others’ labor right off the top – leaving what little remains in a state of rot.
No matter what our desperations, we must overcome our baser reactions as humanity.
We must use our production wisely.
(Title phrase from movie His Girl Friday with Cary Grant, Rosalind Russell, and Ralph Bellamy.)
At some point, traumatic response becomes the mainstay when circumstances keep conspiring.
Happening across a like-minded cohort.
The pain of fresh betrayal.
It is hard to find where one belongs when descended from many.
We are told that we can only express ourselves within limitations (if at all allowed), and that we must choose only certain facets of self to present to others.
No wonder it is rare to find someone who is consciously “here” – for we are too often discounting our own wholistic relevances!