Mind Boggling...HerStory

Life... equals lessons learned. Lessons are not learned if not through self-reflection. We must reflect on the previous day to not repeat the same thing that we did the day before. It has been sixteen days into the year 2017, and I have already learned two lessons based on my reflections. Lesson 1: Keep your problems to yourself; no one truly cares. Everyone is going through something in life. Your problems or adversities are big to you because they are your problems; no one has to make your problems their problem. It is not necessary to broadcast your current situation, whether good or bad. "It could always be worse" Sometimes it is necessary to get your feelings about a situation out before they eat your insides, however journaling about the situation or talking to God about your situation will spill over much better than having to listen to the ever-so predictable cliché's. Lesson 2: Stop listening to everyone's advice: Life is a learning process, and as we co...

As a child, I can recall being called many names that was not the name that was given to me at birth. These names would include: ugly, big forehead, five, head, the predator, buck tooth beaver, bugs bunny plus more. Despite my best efforts, it was quite difficult to just ignore what people would say about me. As much as I was told that I was ugly from elementary school, middle all the way up through high school, I had began to believe that I was ugly. My mom almost exhausted herself trying to encourage me. Her advice many times was to ignore them, or she would say, "they talked about Jesus what makes you any different." She advised me to write down The Lord's Prayer three times and Psalm 23 three times. She told me to put one copy in my backpack, one copy in my locker or desk, and the third copy was to stay with me. So, I did. This truly helped, I felt like the Lord was an umbrella covering me from the wiles of the devilish words of my peers. It was hard to differentiate...

Twiddle dee, Twiddle dumb Twiddle dee, twiddle dumb, I twiddle my thumbs, My ear drums hears my heart beating louder than a bass drum, The room is drifting out of space, I see constellations of stars falling into place, 1, 2, 3, counting the blocks on the wall, 4, 5, 6, why does it seem as if they are going to fall? I start back over because I think I missed one, Yeah, I did, there goes another one, Staring into space, trying to occupy my mind, But all my mind finds is the last song I heard, So, I bump my head to the music, As I go into another realm, cruising, All around me, they look, they stare, Cause they think I’m loosing it, Twiddle dee, twiddle dumb, I twiddle my thumbs.

First poem of 2017 is a flashback Friday poem. This poem was written circa 2004-2005. COUGH I cough, I cough, Wheezing continues, Loss of breath although I don’t have asthma, As she continue to cause her lungs to become discolored, The inhabitants in her presence noses and breathing continue to be bothered, We say stop mommy, don’t smoke no more, She says stop honey; don’t stress me out no more, The continuation of the persuasion commence to become restless, When a celebrated event occurred, She said she will stop the harmful habit, That which the event has passed umpteen months ago, The hopeful, non-persuasive faces of her children, Doesn’t cause her to abort, Complaining of financial problems, Five dollars a pack, supporting a habit that she can barely afford, I think to join the organization stand, Because the harsh smell of her breath and clothes, I cannot stand, I cough, I cough Cough Kristyna Cochran ...