Julu’s World!

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If you THINK you recognize yourself in anything you read here, just chill TFO.  It’s just creative writing, but its Oh-Sooo therapeutic!  I still got love for yall.  Sometimes a sista need to get some ish off her chest, that’s all!

Julu

 

Baby, I Just Need Time

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Baby, I Just Need Time

Trust me, I have two fully functioning eyes..I know exactly what is standing before me; and although I haven’t known you for very long, you have touched my heart already.  Baby, I just need time. STRONG. BLACK. READY. BRAVE. GENTLE. OPEN. CARING. PROTECTIVE. TAURUS. who Takes The Lead. Holds My Hand, and Has My Heart. dear LEE…

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An Open Letter to my Dad

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An Open Letter to my Dad

Pretty grim looking family pic, huh?  Too bad it’s the only recent one I have of me and my dad.  I wish my big sis could’ve been there with us to see him one final time. Maybe she was unable to make it out of town on such short-notice to see him after his stroke.  At any rate, dear old dad is gone..sleeping in his grave as the old folx say.  I hadn’t physically seen him in 17yrs before this day.  The stroke completely paralyzed him.  He will never be able to reach out and hug me or his grandkids, whom he met for the first time today while on...

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I Too Am Terrific

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I Too Am Terrific

We had some pretty significant renovations at my job about six weeks ago.  In addition to patching and painting walls, we got some new office furniture.  To accommodate for the additions, we had to move our office equipment to a different section to avoid clutter in our lobby.    I sit in the ‘front office’ aka the newly renovated customer service area, along with the Director and his Assistant. Why did the Assistant just walk out of his office over to the empty spot where the copier used to sit and say “where the...

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Dear Wifey

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Dear Wifey

Here I sit, thinking about IT. My memory has managed to preserve every instance of us, of our bodies clinging together. I can still taste his tongue, his well chiseled chest, and sweat. That’s my man, but he’s her husband. DAMM. Did I just say that? Sounds different when I use my outside voice. And now comes the guilt, shame and conviction. He walked right out of my bed and into her heart. And worse, she doesn’t even know it. I think she likes me, although I think her womanly intuition tells her there’s something not...

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