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Poetry, Weekly Inspirations

Long Distance Trucker

Inspirations from LeeLee

I met a man online who was a long-distance trucker

I was weary of his career and didn’t want to be a sucker

He had been driving many miles and decided to take a break

He said he was searching for that special number 8

She didn’t have to be perfect or of a voluptuous size

Just be able to carry on a conversation and intrigue his mind

Trying to find that unique someone to share his life

Who could understand, be sympathetic, and with no strife

He knew he had little time to give because he was married

Already married to the cross-country roads so he tarried

I could hear the loneliness in is voice and sensed his uneasiness

He confessed he wanted to settle down and have someone to finesse with

He admitted he chose this life of a trucker because it fit

Like a hand in a glove when he was 20 but now he’s 48ish

His career has taken its toll and now doesn’t look so great

I’ve heard with the lonely trucker comes much heartache

The more I thought, pondered, and prayed I soon saw the truth

The lonely trucker wasn’t lonely as he said, and I had the proof

Facebook photos, Instagram posts, and late-night confessions

The mask slipped and revealed the heart as I listened

City to city, house to house, bedroom door to bedroom door

No thanks, I’ll keep my heart for Mr. Right not for someone looking to score

Poetry, Weekly Inspirations

Passion Froze

Inspirations from LeeLee
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Oh! What a crush I had

Following so close behind

Hoping and wishing he’d look back

Did he notice did he see me

Muscle bound and luscious lips on fire

If I could taste it would quench my desire

As it so happened I’d get that chance

School project alone or was it happenstance

He felt my lust for him without saying a word

Reached over pulled me in close I was weak as a bird

Taking full advantage of the minute or two alone

I felt his biceps and smelled his cologne

Mouth open tongue out desire and passion

Filled the room until the door came crash-in

Back to work you guys whew that was close

Still remembering years later passion froze

Weekly Inspirations

What Does Reading Do For Me?

Inspirations from LeeLee

photogrid_1453943279105_1_1.jpgWhen the novel grabs me by the hand on the first page and pulls me line by line refusing to let me go, that’s when I know I’m off on an amazing adventure.

I run through the sentences like playing the game Hide and Go Seek anxiously awaiting to feel what’s about to happen next.

As the characters unfold, I talk to them as if they were my mother, my sister, or my best friend.  I scold, cry and hug them wrapping my arms around their pain.  My heart races to the rhythm of each word.  So hard to put down even for a moment.

I look up and it’s 2 a.m., and I must go to work in a few hours.  We will meet again tomorrow, same time, same place.

Some of these books are:

  1. Devil in a Blue Dress by Walter Mosley
  2. Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
  3. Cooked by Jeff Henderson
  4. Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston.
Weekly Inspirations

Who I am and why I’m here

Inspirations from LeeLee

While living in New Jersey, I used to write to my grandmother Florida who lived in North Carolina.  We developed a bond over several years through writing.  I still have one of her handwritten letters that she wrote to me over 20 years ago, and it was written on pink paper. 

She said in her letter these unforgettable words, “My eyes are getting dim and this will be my last letter.” 

I’ve learned so many life lessons from my grandmother.  Even though we didn’t see each other very much, it was like she knew exactly what I was feeling.  It was if the words lifted off the page and gave me the hug that I needed.   

RIP grandma, thank you for making me feel so special.

Who I Am and Why I’m Here

I started seeking out pen pals to correspond with when I was a teenager because I was bored at home and had to babysit my sisters and brother a lot. I found an ad in one of my teen magazines for pen pals and started a 10+ year penpalship with Rehmat from Ethiopia.

Rehmat sent me a photo of her and her sisters and she was beautiful.  Honey brown skin with long wavy hair.  Not at all what I imagined her to look like. Her five sisters where in all shades of brown with hair of different textures.

Writing to Remat helped me to learn about and appreciate my ancestry.

Who I Am and Why I’m Here

I had to go on dialysis because my kidney’s were failing.  When I was on dialysis it was painful from the needle sticks, and very frustrating seeing many doctors and nurses. My life seemed like I was walking through a dark tunnel with no light in sight. There was even a time that I didn’t think I would live through it.

I am still here, not just surviving but thriving. I work everyday, enjoy my family and friends and do some traveling too. One of my articles was published online:  National Kidney Foundation.