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Just Do What Works

LorealultstraightWhen I needed it most, my blowdry brush handle broke on me. Also, there is a new chipped bristle that has been pulling my hair out every time I use it. My hair smoothing products aren’t doing their job either so I thought I’d go back to one that I remember actually doing what it says on the bottle- L’oreal Smooth Intense Ultimate Straight Cream. Time to shop!

My top things on my to do list over the weekend were: 1.) Get L’oreal Straightening Cream 2.) New blowout hair brush 3.) Some other boring stuff. So firstly, I went to Rite-Aid, which is a stone’s throw from my place and I had a coupon for $4 off. I bought the L’oreal Smooth Blow Dry Cream instead because it was cheaper and seemed like the Straightening Cream. I also got a $13 ceramic-tourmaline-ion-alien-something technology John Frieda round brush. With these new products, I couldn’t wait to get home to wash my hair!
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I got home, washed my hair, put the Smoothing Cream in and started blowing out my hair with my new brush. The disaster unfolded every hair section of the way. My hair started accumulating on the round brush, brush bristles were falling out and my hair was looking gummy and voluminous but in a bad way. ‘I shoulda tried that Ecotools brush I saw at Ralph’s!,’ cried me. ‘I shoulda spend the $3 extra dollars for the Straightening Cream!,’ cried me again.

Good thing I kept my receipt, because I took those items back, then went and purchased this cool-looking Ecotools brush plus the Straightening Cream. I waited a day then used the product along with the brush. It worked just like old days, and the new brush had ‘give’ and didn’t take out my hair.
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After trying a bunch of different smoothing and straightening hair creams for a year, I got some sense and went back to one that I remember working for me in the first place. Duh! Why steer onto the dark road of hair care products when you could drive into the tunnel with a light!? Well, you know, us women like to explore the world of products sometimes. Right? I’m not alone here am I?

I’m really into this Ecotools hair brush, and I really eyed the other new ones too. I will probably end up purchasing those as well! I love their makeup brushes and back brush.

My Little G.I. Joe

mylittleponyheemanIn this year of 2015, there has been so much education distributed among media outlets regarding gender. Many of us have learned that gender is more unique and not as black and white as we once thought. We have an understanding, thanks to stars like Bruce Jenner and Laverne Cox, that some people feel like the opposite sex inside so they make the outside match the inside. I personally just learned that every person who is inside their mama- is firstly a female, but then at some point they either become a male, stay female or become a hermaphrodite (I believe this is the term for displaying both female and male organs). Anyway, this is why men have nipples like women!

I read this story the other day about this clothing company having a line in the works that is gender neutral. That means that the whole pink for girls and blue for boys theory is out the window. I think that’s cool especially if you are shopping for an expecting Mother that has not revealed the sex of her baby. Trying to find some outfit or blankey that’s ‘in between’ the 2 colors is always a challenge. Also, kids who actually get to make decisions of what they get to wear, may not want those obvious pink dresses or blue pants. Maybe these new age clothing lines will have pink pants and blue dresses instead! See what I mean?

For me and my fellow millennials- most of us probably lost out on opportunities like the ones that youth have today. Now, everyone can feel more comfortable or supported if they decide to cross the gender boundaries that have been implemented into society.

After gathering all of this information, I started questioning myself recently. Who would I have naturally become if media, society or people hadn’t pushed me in the direction of their agendas? What if YOU were able to make all of your own decisions from childhood without being swayed by others along the way? What if I was robbed the opportunity to play with G.I. Joes, because I was told that Barbie dolls are ‘for me’ instead? What if I hadn’t watched those My Little Pony commercials with happy girls having a blast- would I still want to play with MLPs? What if you grew up listening to NOT the FM radio/mainstream music, and listened to eclectic music like Classical or Instrumental? Would your brain not be as clogged up with s*it like lyrics that were full of silly messages? What if I hadn’t been told I was a girl, and that I was supposed to do ‘girly’ things?

What would it be like to discover what you really loved with zero influence from media, society or people? Who would you be now? What kind of person would you have become? If you can think back to when you were a kid, what would you have altered if you weren’t distracted by the agenda that someone else made for you?

If you think about it hard enough and sift through the b.s. that gallivanted through your life, you may be able to shed the illusions of what you thought you were, and come out of the sticky cocoon as a real and true butterfly- YOU.

Love,
L.L.

The Truth Is

The truth is…
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You are born and then you are on your way out. You show up naked and alone. Your Mother holds you as you scream and cry in the bright lights. The world is yours, and you are apart of the world.

Your tongue- sharp like a King’s sword. It flips and hums with your voice box, creating vibrations and magic throughout the air. You speak aloud, you look honest, you are honest.

One day, you are able to understand what someone tells you. You then begin to slowly learn the ways of the world.

You’ve been told so many things. You have adjusted to be apart of the earthling dream.

You ask, “who am I?” You begin discovering your senses, your ticks, your urges, your limits, your power… you find you.

In the mirror, you see you. You begin to question yourself who you are again. But this time, it’s different.

That person you thought you knew, was an accumulation of characteristics and thoughts that the human dream projected onto you.

“Who am I really?” you ask.

Your self exploration begins again. You spend every day trying to find the answers. Your ‘clean-up’ protocol mimics a computer. Reprogram, reboot, delete, backspace, defragment, repair…

The maps are rolled out. The windows are open. Rewiring takes place.

Your eyes reopen like they did when you first saw the bright lights in the world.

And this time, Mother Earth and Universe greets you with open arms and you hug spiritually like a tree.

Clarity takes focus.

“I finally see.”

You spend years trying to find more clarity and focus.

You want to uncover the mysteries. Some uncover. Some don’t.

You gravitate toward people who are like you. You finally find your people. Your tribe.

You learn how to be an even better person in every way. You count your blessings. You understand the real definition of love.

You become harder and stronger, yet soft and sensitive.

“It is what it is” you say. “Life really is short, and I know now what I need to live by.”

“I just want to be back in my Mother’s arms. I want to live to love.”
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THE END

The Kicker

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Desperate for attention
Dying to be heard
The little girl is screaming like a baby bird

She doesn’t really see,
She doesn’t really hear,
Except her own voice drawing her near

Mirrors mirrors mirrors
A lonely reflection
Fears fears fears
Sheer rejection

Drain out the inside
Blood bath flood
Your soul is drowning in the mud

Kick kick
Scream scream
Will she be the queen in her dream?

Mirrors mirrors mirrors
A lonely reflection
Fears fears fears
Sheer rejection

She’s Not There

Lyrics time…
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Well no one told me about her the way she lied
Well no one told me about her how many people cried
But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
How would I know why should I care
Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her
She’s not there

Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked
The way she’d act and the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she’s not there

Well no one told me about her, what could I do
Well no one told me about her, though they all knew
But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her
She’s not there

Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked
The way she’d act and the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she’s not there

But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her
She’s not there

Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked
The way she’d act and the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she’s not there

Song by The Zombies

Sin nor Saint

Lisa_scarves The silence of our sins

Turns into secrets within

The essence of him

Rolls through me again

Untruth unsettles the heart

Monsters try to pull us apart

Forever means now

Please God show me how

Love you, to love him

I need attention friend

See you

See me

Heaven knows you can’t reach thee

Leave no stone unturned

I tried so many times

How will I get back up and not get burned

I want you

I want it all

Drink the Kool-aid and take the fall

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To Cut, Or Cover Your Crust Is The Question

pbjAs a child, I used to have the crust cut off of my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I look back at my youth, and wonder why crust was not appealing.

Crust is excessive. It’s in the way. The peanut butter nor the jelly usually makes it to the crust, unless the painter works hard to cover the edges. It’s boring to children. Children want color and fun. Non-painted crust is neither.

So, to make the sandwich even more interesting, I demanded hearts and designs be carved onto the peanut butter and jelly. Sometimes I would request my name, but I really liked the signature heart shape my Mom would carve onto my sandwich. The crustless wonder sandwich with a heart in the middle was it!

Is the act of covering the edges, cutting the crust off or carving a design into the sandwich a sign of good integrity? Or when it comes to being a parent, are parents just selfless? Is being selfless a whole other level when it comes to the relationship between parents and children? » Read more

Taste The Rainbow

Freedom

Flesh to ashes

Dust to wind

‘Til death do I part

You win

Swaying in the storm

Dirt devil in the sand

Leaves in the pool

Begging homeless man

Sun burns my eyes

Feet charred from the grind

Heart still beating

Test of the mind

Heart wired strong

Faith and despair

No more persecution

Only wind in my hair

Freedom at last

It’s the last freedom

Taste the rainbow

Have rhyme

Have reason

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