Category: Gelax’ Diary
“Baby, can you feel me?” …A lump formed in my throat; yes, I could feel him -it. It seemed like it was breathing and getting harder under my palm.
Should we tell them how many of their grandchildren we’ve swallowed? What about the fetuses we’ve flushed down the drain? Should we tell them?
I watching a movie that was so raw and making my body do gish-gish. Then I felt my pant getting wet. “Oh Jesus, what is going on?”
I’m ready to talk, to share, to be naked and vulnerable…. Please pray for me that this doesn’t ruin my chances of finding a husband.
I started writing because I needed to survive
I went into the salon with black dreads and came out with a red-wine-golden black pepper seller-looking dread.