I bet you’re wishing that you could come and talk to me when you are lonely and you’re trapped in the house, because even though my son is taking care of you, he’s living freely and he’s out and about. You are bored while you’re taking care of two little children but the problem is you’re running your mouth, and you thought it was okay to sit and disrespect me, when you should’ve tried to figure me out. But now that I am gone and I’m out of the picture has for me been the perfect blessing, because I’m still enjoying life by not dealing with you, and I truly hope you’ve learned a lesson. You caused many problems between my son and I but even in that I am not even stressing, because the life that I’m living is a daily submission, and nobody will not keep me from pressing. Respect should be given to the person it’s due and maybe one day you’ll begin to see, that wisdom come with age to the one who’s experienced, and now you wish that you could talk to me.
I don’t know where all the trouble keeps coming from and what the problem is all about, and I’ve been doing everything just to hold my peace by sitting quietly as a mouse. Every time I turn around it’s the very same people who just want to see my anger aroused, but when I finally stop speaking and not dealing with you, then hopefully then you would figure it out. You’re like a scab that never heal with burning coal in my eyes and white vinegar in between my teeth, and you’ve always been so hateful carrying a jealous heart, that only shows me that your mind is weak. If you would only take the time just to look at yourself and maybe then you’ll be able to see, that although you are old and advanced in age, that you could never live your life through me. Just love your own life whether young or old because our life could be gone in an instant, but I will give you the respect that you so deserve, and just keep loving you from a distant.
I am always complimented for the way that I look and for the photos everybody embrace, but I’m becoming very tired when I’m constantly hearing about my body and my pretty face. I want to be noticed for my God given talent, and how I never let it go down to waste, and I want to be noticed for the life that I’m living and for the dreams that I am trying to chase. Would you think that I am pretty if I was sitting at home without my makeup and not looking my best? And would you think that I am pretty in the early mornings with my pajamas and my hair in a mess? Looks can be deceiving and not only that, but it’s my heart that you are trying to win, and stop looking at the beauty on the outer appearance and search the beauty that is deep within.
Vicky E. Pittard
I shouldn’t have to tell you how to behave in public or to correct every word that you speak, and I shouldn’t have to tell you how to keep yourself shaved, or to whiten and to brush your teeth. I shouldn’t have to teach you how to spend your money or either teach you how you should invest, and I shouldn’t have to tell you when you need a haircut, or the way that you’re suppose to dress. I shouldn’t have to show you how to be romantic and to pick the perfect place to eat, and I shouldn’t have to tell you how to make me happy or to show you how to rub my feet. A woman shouldn’t have to break it down to you or either try to make you understand, and a woman shouldn’t have to make you find a job, or to teach you how to be a man.
It must feel good to be a super star on top of the world because you have a lot of money to spend, and I’m sure that it’s nice to be treated so well and having so many millions of friends. When you walk out on the stage when you’re touring the world and your fans begin to call your name, that they’ll scream and they’ll cry and some would even pass out because your presence have them going insane. But on that day my Lord appear I’m going to scream and shout and pass out on that glorious day, and I will kick off my shoes and i will give him some praise without a bodyguard to keep me away. Your riches are in heaven that can never be counted with all power that are in your hands, but you’re the only superstar who I am dying to meet and dear Lord I’m your number one fan.
Spring is finally here and I’m enjoying the weather by meditating and enjoying this time, and I’m spending many days while I’m thinking about things, that has never really crossed my mind. Though my gift and my talent is to write about things and to express what I’m feeling this day, but I want to be prepared when the rapture occur and when the Lord come and snatch me away. Everything that I’ve done has been nailed to the cross and my past is hid and buried away, but for those who I’ve hurt from the past to the present there is something that I’ll like to say. I’m sorry if I hurt or I made you feel bad that made you fall or even go astray, and I’m sorry if I failed to be sincere to you though my motive was to never betray. I’m sorry if you felt i only thought of myself not making it good but only made things worse, because I want to make sure that everything is right if it’s my last day upon the earth.
I am moved in my spirit to release some words and there is so much that I have to say, because the tree that’s suppose to give me shade and comfort is drying up and is withering away. There is nothing it can offer being on life support and now it’s time for me to pull the plug, because they say that the blood is more thicker than water but to me the waters thicker than blood. On the outside it is healthy and the branches are strong though the tree seem to sparkle a little, but there is venom that has reached every fruit of the tree because the root of the tree is bitter. There is fussing and there’s fighting, hurtful words and back biting and there is no one who can work things out, and everybody’s divided and against one another that the sword will never leave the house. It’s like a thorn in my flesh that is piercing my soul and fiery darts that are prepared for me, but God is grooming and he’s trimming so my branch will stand out, to make it shine through the family tree.