A place where I am comfortable in my own skin
I remember the days when I had to always be somewhere
...Doing something
I needed to have a man in my life to validate me
Because my own validation was not nearly enough
Thank you God
For delivering me from that place
I can sit at home on a Saturday night
And send all my calls to voice mail
Because painting my nails alone
Is so much better than picking up the phone
To talk to Mr. Wrong
This poet speaks the truth I am living...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=igCj3jsbcqs
