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This morning, I woke up thinking. I had mad thoughts racing through my mind about "Who is Rhonda?"  Its a question I continue to ask.  Fo r C ol or ed Gi rl s still fresh on my mind as I've examined my confusion of who I've become. I don't really know. I don't know who this person is that I carry around daily. I remember someone else, happier, more pleased with her smile, her style, her flow, her focus.  Today, I miss her. I wear an outer shell of this confusion, my body.  I can teach the world to eat, move, love and those steps are being lost on my own journey, my own poetry. This outer shell tells the story.  It tells the story of being kicked, smacked. It tells the story of being called dumb and told my dreams are foolish. It tells a story of longing for closeness from a father that doesn't know how to be close. It tells the story of repeated death and loss.  It tells the story of mistrust and dishonesty.   I'm wearing this outer shell of hurt an...

After I write stuff, it takes me a few days before I'll come back to it. That's when I find all of the typos, grammar problems, etc. (whatever) But I really like to take a look at what was driving my mood at that moment. I do think its interesting when people think a blog is about them or someone in particular. Yeah, sometimes it is and many times it isn't. Sometimes, I've had a convo with someone and it sparks something. I'm heady so no telling really....yanno. This blog....wow. I have NO idea why I was pissy but damn. LOL. Repost: Today, I'm declaring war on the Bullshitters. Enough is Enough. No bullshittin' around me. Don't call me with your Bullshit. Don't bother me with your Bullshit. Don't involve me in your Bullshit. So, Rhonda, how do you define "Bullshit"? I'm glad you asked. Bullshit. Involving me in your insecurities. Don't come at me with lovely words trying to woo me so you can feel better about you. That's som...