Not Doing it that Way

I have been feeling a little down the last couple of days. I know the majority of it…..one being how rude and impolite people are. I was about to write a post about it when I thought ‘hell no I am not letting those entitled feeling dip shits to dictate my mood. I am moody enough without allowing them space in my head whilst not paying rent.’
So I thought I would pick three nice things that happened to me:
Sat: Lady tells me that I have a beautiful smile. And that it was so much easier to do errands knowing that someone so friendly was there greeting and keeping them safe.
Sat/Today: A couple I have never seen before came in Saturday. Wonderful men. I had them laughing. Well today they came in and as soon as they saw me: Look it is the happy lady from Saturday. I giggled and told them I was cashiering tomorrow but they assured me they would find me. I told them to listen for my voice and laugh you can hear it everywhere.
Sat/Today: Numerous customers thanked me for all the hard work cleaning carts and keeping them safe we do. It is always so nice to hear.
I realize I could sit here and gnaw on my lip tormenting myself with the inanity of it all. I do not want to do that though. I want to shake it off and let it go.
One day Karma is going to kick rude people everywhere. I may never get to see it performed but I hope that I might just once…….I have though been told that this is the wrong attitude to have. So ignore the crossed fingers and toes.
One thing I did do today that was so uncool……drove over my foot with three carts hard…..am figuring will have a massive bruise tomorrow. Who knows. Tomorrow is a mystery…..just like the things that come out of my mouth.
©July 20/20
Picture is my own

Yes Honey

Fear.
You gave me that.
Loathing.
You gave me that too.
Hatred.
Mistrust.
Self-destruct button.
All of these I attribute to you.
Cooing soft words
sucked me in
serpent’s tongue
flicks so good
insidious abuse below the surface.
First it was how I looked.
What to show.
What not to.
Until I was afraid to leave the house.
Next you shore me of friends.
So subtle I did not realize how alone
until I needed someone to help.
Warned I had been
no good you would be
destruction of self
murder of worth
well honey you sure the fuck did.
I struggled
finally gained strength to leave
when upon bended knee
crocodile tears did flow
begging me to stay
that you loved me true
please baby don’t go
your eyes awash.
Barbs to my soul
I gave up my life for you…..
my life…..
When I gouge the barbs free
transformation can begin…..
Wait…..
oh hell no…..
rip barbs free
no longer allowed to cling
to continue to harm
self destruction will stop now!
You have been my jailor
imprisoned within memories of your making.
I am beautiful.
I am a warrior.
I believe this truth.
I know this to be true.
Bleed from a thousand spots
barbed no more
shred time beneath my heels
square my shoulders
looking forward…..
to happiness
to life
to love
to all I deserve.
©June 25/20
Picture via Pinterest
***This poem was written for one of my soul sisters. Ya know those sisters who you meet and you just know you are family. She needs to be reminded that she is a kick ass Warrior Queen. Love you. ***