I am woman

I am woman.

I am color. I am shapes, textures, space and lines that are curved and straight.

I am woman. Not an ordinary woman but a woman full of goodness and badness as well as happiness and sadness.

I hurt. I heal. I destroy. I create.

I am contradictions. No. Not contradictions. Paradoxes. Yes. I am paradoxes.

I am woman.

I am color. I am shapes, textures, space and lines that are curved and straight.

By VRBurton Posted in GNOWP

Always too much

If she was a bodybuilder, she’d be the one at the gym all day.

If she has to bring snack, she would be baking for days and days before and would bring a 4 course meal.

Susan always does just a little too much.  In school she is the first to turn in her work and the first to want to present it. Why?  Because if she didn’t, she wasn’t at peace. She needed to DO!!

Susan has OCD and if she doesn’t throw herself into a task she feels great anxiety.  That must be uncomfortable. To always feel so anxious that THAT YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.  If she was a ballerina, she would practice until her feet bled.  If she was a writer she would HAVE TO WRITE until she was done. But when is that?

How sad is that?

By VRBurton Posted in GNOWP

she wanted me back

She’s just a girl herself, but she got me back from the foster mother she’d given me away to because my mom is better than Ms. Jones. I have 5 brothers with Ms. Jones and I don’t like it.

Mommy has to go to school and work and leaves me with grandma a lot but she sings to me when she gets home. She talks to me too, saying things like “a simile is the comparison of unlike things using and or like.” I don’t know what she is talking about but it makes me feel sleepy and safe.

Ms. Jones didn’t talk to me.  She left John to talk to me and he made me feel yucky cuz he always took a long time changing my clothes and looked at me funny. Mommy counts when she changes my clothes. 1,3,4,5,a,b,d. Mommy loves me.

I am glad she got me back. She tells me that she is sorry. She was scared but she loves me so much she doesn’t want to let me go. I love her. Grammy loves me. I love grammy too. I am happy to be home.

By VRBurton Posted in GNOWP