Introducing Charvez
A while back a poet named Charvez Forte blessed a project we were working on with a piece that was hot. We thought it might be a good idea to get her to share her thoughts on Some Shit I Wrote. Once again, I’ll step aside and let her talk to yall.
Introducing Charvez…..
There was an old lady who lived in a shoe. Well, let’s say I’m the old lady, and instead, you are walking in my shoes. And I’m NOT old. But if you could walk in my shoes, what would you see? First, you would see me driving to work. Its only seven minutes away, but it is the looonnnggggeeeesssssttttt seven minutes of my life. Oh, it’s a long seven minutes because when I walk into work I feel as if I am loosing brain cells. Yes, my job tries to dumb me down. Lesson from that, is to smart myself up every chance I get.
So the second trip in my shoes is to school. No, I don’t travel there, only via internet. But dammit if these online classes are not as challenging as sitting at school and listen to someone talk to me in hieroglyphics about a subject that I do not understand with the hopes that this subject will make me more money. Yes, I did it for the money. I am selling out. My degree is in a field, that I do not like, but hey, it’s a degree, right? And I’m gonna get another one, and another and another till I die. I dont want to pay back my student loans, and well my momma says, nothing is better than education. Well, that’s what my momma says… and she’s always right. Right?
Ok, back to shoes, student, me, next stop. Marriage. LORD HAVE MERCY! I’m not kidding. Marriage is THE hardest thing I have ever done in my life. (Yes those are capital letters. Capital letters are for screaming or to express something very important in case you didn’t know.) I am a newlywed. Nothing could have prepared me for the marriage life, ok, maybe living together first would have, but hey. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my husband, but marriage is not two people getting married. It’s one person being divided. The person you know as you, your whole life. The person you love and hang out with 100% of the time is cut in half and added to some stranger. Yes, I said stranger. Those people we marry are not the people we were dating. They are the “new” Mrs., so and so and Mr. so and so. Introducing…..
Ok, my shoes still? Step mom. The kid is a good kid. Love her. One word to describe step parent, knowing your place. Hurtful huh? Well, you better know your place or or make your place or you won’t have a place. Period. So, those are my obligations.
Ok, still in my shoes right? So as the person who is a student, wife, mom, and worker bee for the ignorant, what else could I possibly be doing? Thinking of master plans. Please believe that I have a master plan for my life. All of the sacrifices I am going through are to obtain the plan. All the challenges are to mold my loved ones to fit into my plan. Sounds selfish? Well, there has to be a special amount of selfishness for survival. How much is special…. That part is yours to figure out…I can’t tell you everything. These are my shoes, not all of them, but all I’m going to share with strangers.
Well, this is who I am…… Friend. Daughter. Sister. Wife. Mom. Worker. Student. Poet. Party Planner. Party Animal. Dreamer. Social Drinker. Closeted Nerd. Special. Facebooker. Tweeter. Blogger. Booooom!!!
