Next....***a perverbial voice calls in the distance***
The line moves forward a step....

I'm just waiting for my turn...patient yet impatient...it doesn't matter, I still have to wait.
There are days, when I'm antsy. There are days when I'm calm. There are days when I'm frustrated. There are days when I'm impatient. Lately, there are days when I'm sad.

I still have no choice but to wait...for my turn. I've been in this line for what seems like decades---It seems like I'm being pushed towards the back of the line. I can't do anything about it because it's not my turn.

I built my self up to this breaking point. The point where I falsly rejoice for others while being envious at the same time. I just want my turn. Damn it---I just want my turn.

I want my turn at success.
I want my turn in love.
I want my turn in finances.
I want my turn at happiness.

I hope it comes soon...I'll be waiting.

Peace,
Daquan

Responsibility....

This word carries a lot of weight. You are responsible from the time you are a child, in one way or another until you die.

My question is---while we muddle through life's struggles and triumphs, where is it written that we must also take responsibility for someone's/anyone's emotional warfare? It's definitely not my responsibility to take on your shit. It is not desire to read your mind. When I don't feel like done' it your way---I should not be made to feel inadequate or that I'm not doing enough, quick enough.

It's not my responsibility to allow you to continue to feed me heaping doses of guilt, anger, and inadaquacies cleverly disguised as "suggestions". We tend to throw around words like love, respect, honor, and loyalty like frisbees. We use them like double edged swords when it's convenient.

I have been cut with all of them---I have been guilt ridden, bashed, embarrassed, belittled, and betrayed.

I'm not your bag lady----I never volunteered to carry your baggage.

Pick up your own shit---

Peace,
Daquan