I've come to terms with realizing that most of my "friendships" are just one sided therapy session for that other person, not for me. I'm the unpaid therapist who is more than willing to listen to the drunken state that you are in. The amount of times my phone rings to hear someone cry or complain, to read a text and let someone vent is countless. BUT the amount of times my phone rings just for people to check up on me is almost nonexistent.
I would also like to mention the amount of times my phone goes off, calls, texts, emails etc from people I know, that want ME to help them out. Whether it is doing a commercial, writing a song, modeling with them, modeling their product, sharing their music and music pages AND how can I forget BUYING their music and or products. BUT the amount of people who hit me up to do those things don't even support my things.
It's confusing, but at the same time, no matter how much people change, how holy someone seems to be, how focused one believes they are; the selfishness that lies within people is something that will never go away. I wonder, if I had an outlet like myself, would I do the same? Would I treat someone who genuinely cares for me with the same lack of respect and puppetry as those do me? Would I? Watch how you treat those around you. I don't burn bridges and I haven't lost a friend I was meant to keep.
#nowplaying A Tribe Called Quest- Lyrics to Go
Thursday, August 20, 2015
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I'm a story teller of sorts... one who not only is forced to live in a world of reality but one who would love to hide in a world of fiction. I suppose, that is why, I love writing fiction novels. The ability to create a world that is not your own, but yet, at the same time making it your own. I love that what I write, I can literally make the grass greener on the other side. In reality that grass on the other side is wet, gross, and most of the time not present. It's all in the mind... at least that's what I've been told plenty of times. If you dream it, you can achieve it! But they fail to mention the many times you will have to fail, be tested on faith, cry, get cut, have scars and so on to make that dream come true. No it is NOT all roses. No the grass is NOT greener on the other side, and for heavens sake NO my path will not work for you. If we all were meant to walk in each others shoes then why aren't all our lives the same? Just a random thought.... no judgement, peep the header of my blog... Random Thoughts of Ebony Williams ;) Happy Tuesday
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
I sit and watch this man in the mirror.
His presence is just, his gear on tight, his hat never tilted to the side
The creases in his pant legs, were straight, never wrinkled
His hands were rough, but delicate enough to pick me up
His smell was strong, but not strong enough when he was gone
“Now honey, I’ll be back soon!”
I watched as my father talked to my mother
She held up her left hand and sigh at the loneliness of her fingers
He smile “don’t worry” as he kissed her cheek and left
I walked to my room, and held his picture close
Praying to God that my daddy was safe and will come home
Years passed, no word from him
My mother was strong but she was sad
I was lost and confused, questioning God asking “where is this man? “
The man that I loved, that I watched in the mirror, the man that I wanted to walk through the door. I haven’t seen since 2004.
But mama always said he would find his was back home
He would brave the weather and fight many storms
To tuck me in at night, and sing that song I like
I waited on the window seal, for him to come home
I was playing with my dog when I noticed something odd.
A few men were walking towards the driveway
One had his head down, the other sat in the driver’s side
I watched as another wiped his weeping eye
I then felt that mans pain, and yelled for my mom
My heart was beating so fast it almost popped out of my chest
She held me tight, and looked up, to see several men in a military truck
She looked and me, fixed her shirt, she walked to the door and prayed
A prayer to the heavens that he was okay, that this walk up the drive way
Was nothing more than an update
She opened the door, and saw two men
“Ma’am, are you Renee?”
My mother, a woman so strong, allowed a tear to trickle down her cheek
“Yes” she said as she held her head high
“This is for you”
A man extended his hand and gave my mother an envelope. She read the note and ran to the backyard
She opened the door, and my father was there, with all his soldiers and on bended knee as my mom slowly ran towards him he said
“Will you marry me?”
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