Trompie

So there I was being a "good child", calling my mother to tell her how much I miss her! Then in 5 seconds she manages to make me feel like I'm not good enough. Damn! I mean must I be Oprah for this woman to not shrink me down in size. Then again she regulates me. I may never appreciate her tough love tactics, but after I speak to her and I remember I am not superwoman and cant go around acting like I'm that shit and smell as bad. A lot of us are walking around drifting further from the earth because our society prescribes ways of behaviour we tend to adopt. Honestly no one else can put me down unless I allow it, but my mother does it without my permission. It grounds me and centers my purpose and the things I work toward. Its a Friday, and my plans before I spoke to my mom where nothing short of "out there", now I think I will relax with a movie and usher my weekend in. That or I'll go buck wild in Mam's tonight supporting my boys, either way it will be done pleasantly! All things in good spirits my people... peace.

-Mamacita