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I wonder what could come of us

if there were more time

if we held more patience

If we loosened our tongues with love

instead of darts that led to regrets

What could come of us

if we pushed through

you owning your flaws and

the parts you played as the cause

if I managed my temper and tone

used my words more wisely instead

of playing the blame game

oh what could we be

without all of our past heartaches and pain

without bondage and chains to others

without ties and lies

could we be

without one another

no more you and I

no us, no we

would we apart, survive . . .

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Parenthood: Parenting When not a Parent

Vi’s Parenting 101 Rule 4: play a supporting role in your child’s life at all times and all ways possible.

As mentioned in previous post, I assist in caring for my niece. Since moving to GA, I am more involved in Hands-On in her life. I never really thought so right about this before until today. There has been a few small incidents recently related to school. From school staff, to classroom issues with the teacher and with students. I’ve been pondering what to write about, but after picking my niece up from school today I decided to start writing about parenthood, from a child-less aunt’s perspective. Also, honestly, I guess I needed to vent. I would like to get a community of parents including single, biologically, non-related and related guardians talking and sharing.

So let’s backtrack.

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Silent music

*A work in progress. Also a working title.

I thought our music would never die

We were a song neither of us knew

the harmony to but

Being caught up in the moments

Moments turn movements

Movements we created with our bodies

To our own beat, in sync

We flowed

To our own tunes

While the world, our worlds

Seem to crash down all around us

It didn’t matter

Our music lived

and neither of us knew

Well I knew, what it was

Because I fell in love with you…

– Viola Constance

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I tell myself

don’t force pieces that don’t fit

and some shit just can’t be fixed

the hazy picture is clear

I’m faded but memories are now jaded, it was you

who no longer made time you

who left me behind

I’ve cleared you from my mind

Now you lurk in my reality…

– Viola Constance

Writer’s Block, Life Block?

I’ve been struggling with what I wanted to share next. I haven’t had any real inspiration as of late. It seemingly has been blocked. I don’t know by what, I’m assuming by self. I’ve been listening to those around me and I’ve even asked others what I should write next. With suggested topics, I found that, well everything offered sucked! I mean, that’s how I initially felt. Why did they suck? Because I had no connections to them. I haven’t experienced or fully experienced some of these things that others thought would be good to explore and discuss. I’m connected to the things that I write. I FEEL the things I write and to me it would be a disservice to my readers if I did simply typed out things that I thought people just wanted to read. I need to relate to it so others can relate to it. That’s how conversations go, right?

Until our next conversation  dear friends,

– Viola Constance

Disposable Friends: Friends No Más

When I was thinking about friendships past and present and wrote my previous blog post I did not think about the friendships that failed I did not think about the friendships that ended and left me feeling bad. I decided I wouldn’t write about the downer until I read about for intimacy and in that article disposable friends were mentioned. I looked into this term more, and it kind of hit me. In these so-called friendships that ended and still stung me a bit, I was a disposable friend. I could not recall them being true friends to me the way that I had been to them. They were around and called me to be there when they needed it for be it for comfort, support, encouragement, love or entertainment. Both males and females.

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Stay in Your Own Lane: Don’t Allow People to Throw Bleach on Your Colorful Moments!

Since I’ve moved from California to Georgia, I’ve been doing tons of reflecting. One of the things that continuously crosses my mind is where I am in life. Although I’ve been trying hard to stay away from a life of checking off boxes – you know go to college, graduate, get a well-paid career, get married, buy a home, have kids etc…- there’s one thing that’s been a bother.

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