Can't Raise No Man
"Oh you’re just a woman. You can’t raise no man. He need a daddy. Honey, where yo’ husband at?”
Single mother. Raising a child. Not just any child. A man child. On her own. Alone… And the world is divided. There are those who say it can be done. Then there are those who say it can’t. Who are they to tell me that I can’t raise no man? We’ll show them!
“This [book] was phenomenal. The Author captured me with the very first line and after that I couldn’t stop [reading]. Relatable, well written and exudes raw emotion. The story is full of love and as a mother I felt happy, sad, determined, and victorious, all at once. I do feel that this could be a play like the Vagina Monologues, but a monologue for the single mother. Great job.” ~Aria Knox, Author & Poet
Single mother. Raising a child. Not just any child. A man child. On her own. Alone… And the world is divided. There are those who say it can be done. Then there are those who say it can’t. Who are they to tell me that I can’t raise no man? We’ll show them!
“This [book] was phenomenal. The Author captured me with the very first line and after that I couldn’t stop [reading]. Relatable, well written and exudes raw emotion. The story is full of love and as a mother I felt happy, sad, determined, and victorious, all at once. I do feel that this could be a play like the Vagina Monologues, but a monologue for the single mother. Great job.” ~Aria Knox, Author & Poet

Published on August 10, 2018 11:35
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Life Is Just Awful. Ain't It?
Life is awful. Dealing bad hands. Getting the short end of the stick. Hardships. Strife. Cup half empty syndrome. Pessimistic happenings. Reoccurring nightmares parading as 'just another bad dream'. D
Life is awful. Dealing bad hands. Getting the short end of the stick. Hardships. Strife. Cup half empty syndrome. Pessimistic happenings. Reoccurring nightmares parading as 'just another bad dream'. Darkness is the absence of light. Darkness cannot exist without light. Life is amazing. We learn to make lemonade from the bitter fruit the tree of life sometimes bears. We make do with the hand we're dealt. We cope. We survive. The cup is always, always half full. Optimism is a state of mind. Bad dreams are just a figment of our imaginations. Light is the substance of life, therefore I write.
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