Yeah, the moment has come in the middle of all the smiling and celebration of what has been achieved to talk about what was lost. My boi and i broke up. AND I MEAN BROKE UP. Splintered apart into so many little pieces i don't think. ( WAIT..., I KNOW) we'll never be put back together again. But I can, I will, I have.
It's been a real roller-coaster,
getting the exhibition on blackˈmanˌkīnd together, while all the time feeling my "black man" wasn't being very "kind" to me. Still, like some really cheesy soap opera where you deal with birth and death in the same episode; he is gone and I am reborn.
Couldn't face up to much of the Pride Stuff this year cause it meant facing it alone rather than with "the one" and couldn't face up to a lotta those long nights cause tossing and turning in the sheets 'wasn't necessarily such a good thing yuh know' but hey...,
The greatest thing to come out of this experience was the love. We truly loved each other. We don't anymore. Doesn't matter who stopped loving who first, or who felt the pain. The blame game is unimportant. What is important, what is FACT is that this beautiful thing between is now no longer tangible, it is now just a memory. So let it R.I.P.
So to all those brothas and sistas out there that might be hurting like I am (was) right now. I say this:
Put aside the hurt; shake off that gloom; awake to the dawn of this new day that is yours with a smile. No one else can do it for ya but YOU.
Besides......, he'll get his.....
DAT FUCKER!!!
Oh baby. So much has happened at the same time. I knew u were going to pull threw but as usual i alway think that things will work itself out, did not realize it was truly over.
ReplyDeleteNever mind. Your sista is alway here 4 u. See u soon.
Dee
xxx