There are so many scams out there, sometimes you have to wonder what to believe and not believe. Too many wolves are being dressed in sheep's clothing. Jesus has promised to see me through. He didn't promised what I would go through would be pretty, nice or even cute. That's alright though. I know I've been equipped with the tools to see me through whatever trials life has is store. You take the good with the bad and then you move on. People keep asking me, aren't you upset about this, doesn't this make you mad, why aren't you running around pissed off basically when so much shit is wrong with your life. In other words how can I be so much at peace, pleasant and with a smile on my face -no visible anger in sight. I am upset, don't get me wrong. I am at the limit. Here, in this place I can control it. It's when I'm out of place that my upsetness gets the best of me. Not going to happen, since so many inquiring minds want to know. It's called self restraint. It's called being an adult and moving on. It's called having a positive attitude. I know so many people expect black women to be "different". I'll leave it at that. I'm still grounded in my roots. I just know that tomorrow will be a better day. You do what you gotta do to get through. Trouble don't last always, as the grown folks would say. One day death will have it's say. Might as well enjoy what you can and make the best out of life. Smile. It doesn't hurt and it produces a chemical relaxant in the brain. Let your endorphins flow and leave all the drama for tomorra.
Peace and love,
Kisha Deniece
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