Revelations

I’ve started this blog at least 3 times now, and every instance it seems to begin totally different.

I am Elizabeth. Last best thing of the seventies (or so I believe.) A kinky curly bundle of ideas, and feelings and thoughts about those feelings. I am exactly who I say I am. A ball of passion which can be ignited in either direction….depends on the flame, or the fuse or the scales or the ‘tude. If I am in your corner, I will be right there. You can take my promises to the bank. Same is true for the inverse. I do not sugar coat. Don’t particularly care for sweets anyway. I do not play games unless it’s scrabble. And then it really isn’t playing anymore, it’s a murder, because I’m fierce with this word-shit. If I said it, then I meant it. But if you think you heard it, read into it, assumed it and created it to be something completely debased and defaced of its original value….well then that’s your stuff not mine. Selfishness and the void of reciprocity are the banes of my existence. To the ones who only give when they are receiving and the ones who only hear when they are needing and the ones that call when they need feeding. Lose my number. Lose me. Like, for real. For real, for real.

The audacious mouths who will beat the Pastor to the church; who will say a word masked behind media and long dresses will certainly be the first to perish. You are your own bible. You are you own word. And in case that flew by your head Aladdin style…I say that your actions are your testimony. No words required. At least not from the mountain top that you stand so high that us little people are forced to look up at you. But behold…we only see smoke and mirrors. Clean that shit up.

And if you abandoned your own seed, your own ship, your own miracle because life got too rough and words got too tough…then when you need a life jacket, you try to reach out….I’d sooner let your hand wither away.

I can imagine the judgment being formed in your minds. But the thing is: I am quite forgiving. Not one to rehash old stuff. I just don’t have the time or the energy for the petty, silly, unproductive, less than stimulating situations, relations or consummations.

It just is what it is….and it was, what it was.

….and it aint always about you.

Selah