Listen Mary,

Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.

… your games of one-upping have come to an end, as far as I’m concerned. I’ve known this day was fast approaching, & all the while you were certain you had a sucker for life (in me). So, here we are. At NO time was I oblivious to the common, rusty/dusty tactics you’ve borrowed from the wicked one. This is the end of the road for ME … don’t know WHAT you gonna do … don’t care either. This ain’t random.

Outta Control

… in more ways than one, yet another one loses his cool with me. Look, I am no raving beauty, ALTHOUGH, I’m sure I give off certain energies that are often confusing & often misread. Namely, that I’m a pushover of some sort, a weak & therefore easy woman, one to be used & abused. Just a few days ago a married man, in person, with his wife in the building went from ‘I want smoke’ to ‘come into my open arms’ all within 2 hours. Now, who does he think I am? Who does he think he is? During the entire time I didn’t say one word. I do admit that I am difficult for most to read/impossible really. It’s too bad that SELF reflection isn’t a notion/practice/necessity for all people. The days/times of assuming have BEEN over. There’s too much information out here in these streets.