"Experience is the best teacher for it never leaves a child behind." - Shan
How to be a lady. It's such a strange statement. A cliche with a thousand different meanings but only one truth. This is my goal for the year. To learn how to be a lady. The seed of a lady came from a man but can only be duplicated by a woman can. There is so much for me to explore. I'm so far beyond the basic physical and mental traits. Always carry lip gloss and earrings check. Let your presence shout while your voice is barely above a whisper check. Respect yourself in all you do check. But what about the spiritual virtues?
I love sitting in a room with older women (about 40+) talking about what my little 21 year old self calls problems. They always laugh at me not in a mean way but in an I remember when way. The laughter to me is refreshing. It helps eat up the pain in my speech and fills my heart with joy. I cherish these moments. They don't happen much nowadays. Most older grown women are either too busy trying to relive their 20s or refuse to accept that all business isn't grown folk business. But rather growing up business. I've always bonded quicker to women than men. My relationship with my mother is much more mature than the one with my father. As I sit in the room and talk about my life I see the most beautiful shades of brown. I love being a woman. But their is something special about being a black one. We talk about love boys other women learning how to make it and knowing who you are. Me and love are growing closer daily. I'm still into boys but my heart is focused on one man. I think women are missing the love company and comfort of each other more than ever. If a black woman can't do nothing else you can bet your last she know how to make it. Now knowing who I am? Well that's where I'm at. I find that one piece of advice is all I need on this journey. In the words of my mother after she realizes I'm not hearing her "honey just keep living and you will see exactly what I mean".
Ephesians 5: 22-33
How to be a lady. It's such a strange statement. A cliche with a thousand different meanings but only one truth. This is my goal for the year. To learn how to be a lady. The seed of a lady came from a man but can only be duplicated by a woman can. There is so much for me to explore. I'm so far beyond the basic physical and mental traits. Always carry lip gloss and earrings check. Let your presence shout while your voice is barely above a whisper check. Respect yourself in all you do check. But what about the spiritual virtues?
I love sitting in a room with older women (about 40+) talking about what my little 21 year old self calls problems. They always laugh at me not in a mean way but in an I remember when way. The laughter to me is refreshing. It helps eat up the pain in my speech and fills my heart with joy. I cherish these moments. They don't happen much nowadays. Most older grown women are either too busy trying to relive their 20s or refuse to accept that all business isn't grown folk business. But rather growing up business. I've always bonded quicker to women than men. My relationship with my mother is much more mature than the one with my father. As I sit in the room and talk about my life I see the most beautiful shades of brown. I love being a woman. But their is something special about being a black one. We talk about love boys other women learning how to make it and knowing who you are. Me and love are growing closer daily. I'm still into boys but my heart is focused on one man. I think women are missing the love company and comfort of each other more than ever. If a black woman can't do nothing else you can bet your last she know how to make it. Now knowing who I am? Well that's where I'm at. I find that one piece of advice is all I need on this journey. In the words of my mother after she realizes I'm not hearing her "honey just keep living and you will see exactly what I mean".
Ephesians 5: 22-33
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