The Words I Wear on My Face

We all have wounds and scars and they start from the beginning. My beginning I hardly remember. I don't remember much before my dad came into our lives, just bits and pieces. I remember bouncing around from my mom to my grandma to my meme to my Papa and then to my aunt throughout the weeks and months. My mom was a single mom up until I was 6 years old and as you can imagine, she worked a lot. I had tons of women in my life that loved me and stuck around. I learned quickly that men don't. My meme's husband died before I was born. My grandma divorced my papa before I was born, and then divorced my Poppy Robert when I was young. My aunt was a single mom just like my mom, and I was never sure why. I didn't ask because it honestly didn't seem weird to me. And last but not least, there was the odd absence of my biological dad. Even so, I didn't feel like anything was broken when I was young. No one acted as if anything was broken, even though we all came from broken h...

There are many things left unsaid at the end of...everything we go through; the stress, the hard choices, the growing pains, etc. I have forgotten how easy writing makes that for me. Saying things, I mean; things I should have said or didn't know how to say at the time. I remember writing letters to people, even myself at times when I was a little girl. That started for many reasons, but the main reason was because I felt that what I said wouldn't matter as much as what I wrote. Because people can minimize or dismiss what you quickly say, but if you put it on paper, it's there. And harder to ignore. Because somewhere there is a record of what you had to say...just in case anyone was wondering or cared. Now, The Words I Wear On My Face. I go through the day with a face like most people do, and it has something to say. But people aren't always ready to hear what I have to say. I can usually tell by looking at their face. Should I say it? Should I not say it? Does it eve...